Changing the wheel by Bertolt Brecht
Changing the wheel I sit by the roadsideThe driver changes the wheel.I do not like the place I have come…
Changing the wheel I sit by the roadsideThe driver changes the wheel.I do not like the place I have come…
When you’re here From here, oh,you can hold yourself,so you can laugh. Free to exploreall manner of things. When you’re…
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the…
the radical moveis to enter each dayas a constant nowfree from the clawsof then and nextso you may take the…
Don’t ask, it’s wrong to know,what fates the gods us bestow. Don’t seek for answers in stars divine,endure and let…