que tu ne m'aimes plus;
encore une fois tes mots,
je les fais fuir,
gardant sur ma joue
seul ce que tu respires;
et je te prie:
tu es mon espoir,
Meme avec ca,
elle est partie.
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Ain’t but the rain
Today, we are talking about icons. Or rather, I wish to discuss icons. And, no I am not referring here to religious objects of strongly held faith and mystical powers (such as the Russian Orthodox souvenir from Red Square I once regrettably sold at a garage sale for $3 to a non-Orthodox who rode off with it in her bicycle basket...) No, I am instead referring to the much more fun and temporal topic of famous contemporary people bestowed the venerable social status of pop culture icon. And, today's pick is Madonna. (No, again, not the madonna of Jesus fame, but the Madonna with a string of platinum albums spanning across more than two decades and a knack for producing club hits that are loved on every continent).
Red is the wine to pour into my glass.
If you are an American of voting age and can read above a grade six level, DO check out the March issue of Harper's Magazine. DON'T be dumb.
The forgetting is the forgotten