I really

Someone broke our beautiful
All-coloured window. They were saints
He broke, or she or it broke. They were
Colours you can't get now.

If the smile on my face
Doesn't mean much any more
Then it's all been just a waste of time
So won't you close your door?

"Quieren que me haga diferente. Y sin ellos hacerse diferentes y sin nada hacerse diferente.
¿Y de qué me haría diferente?" A. Porchia.

But I can't switch off my loving
Like you can't switch off the sun

Voodoo spell

I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I'm love with a woman who don't even appeal to me

A time to cry

when love's had his tears out,
perhaps shall pass
a million years
(while a bee dozes
on the poppies, the dears;

when all's done and said,and
under the grass
lies her head
by oaks and roses
deliberated.)