Some people say
They have not suffered...

Till dusk tomorrow
You play your lute...

The din inside the ribs shakes
The still atmosphere is replaced...

If you put your head
Outside your bedroom window...

Speedily he comes
And goes slowly...

Masks on the faces I see
which come to dance...

Grr
Rumbling...

The harsh tyrannical sun
Alarms me today...

The dark was a friend
For their tango...

Pander after beauty,
The bounty minds the cost...

On the day my father died
i should have been laughing...

Fires on the Savannah
crisp crackling and red heat...