Whistlin’ in the Rain

After Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown song I’m whistlin’ in the rain, oh!, I’m whistlin’ in the rain, What a marvelous parade to walk here not in vain: The streets are slippy and wet, but my heart is fun and set For a new summer to see every wonder and let The clouds of my life… Seguir leyendo Whistlin’ in the Rain

I Wish I Smelt Jasmines Giving Their Greetings

I wish I smelt jasmines giving their greetings To a dying Sun whose lasting rays are not The perishable hands of mine that allot Rough or smooth as clear sensations to all things. Those rays are accurate spears hurting a lot The sight of men as well as the air that brings To every being… Seguir leyendo I Wish I Smelt Jasmines Giving Their Greetings