Trying to capture moments of the past may be useless task ... trying to connect these moments with the present facts, may be even more useless ...
For me the signs, signals are always ...
Paul's visit to Buenos Aires and its energetic and friendly English, I brought to mind a song I heard a lot in October he left, leaving the scent of paradise floating in the air ...
It has nothing to do with anything, as everything has to do with everything ...
I remain incurable in some respects ... and I still marvel light ...
Try to see it my way,
Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?
While you see it your way,
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.
We can work it out.
Think of what you're saying.
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right.
Think of what I'm saying.
We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night
Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend.
I Have Always Thought That It's a crime
So I will ask you once again.
Try to see it my way,
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.
While you see it your way
There's a chance That We Might Fall Apart Before too long
We Can Work It Out ...
Yes ... definitely, I'm incurable ...
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