So I do not consider myself a chronicler of my fatherland or even a chronicler of Havana.
quote by Guillermo Cabrera Infante
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A Poem For A Friend In Ohio
i shall be
the chronicler of
your pain
i do not understand
it actually
i pretend i feel it
i have respect for it
and so i keep
writing
it is you who knows
everything
about you and your
pain
it is only you who
knows where
the cure is
when you leave us
we understand
there is no cure
and that is the saddest
fact that i
have written
i am the chronicler
of your pain
inside that moon
that host with some
blood stains
i am the sadder part of
you
that spectator
when you pass by
that spot where
two flaming suns
just recently
set.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.
quote by Arthur Conan Doyle
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Havana Moon
Chant...
Me all alone
Jug of rum
Me stand and wait for the boat to come
Is lonely night is quiet the dark
The boat she late its 12 o clock
Me watches the tide easin in
Is low the moon and high the wind
Havana moon
Havana moon
Me all alone
Me open the rum
Is long the wait for the boat to come
American girl come back to me
Sail way across the sea
We dock in new york the buildings high
We find a home up in the sky
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
Me still alone me drinkin the rum
Begin to think that the boat no come
American girl she tell a lie
She say till then, but she mean goodbye
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
Me lay down alone, no good the rum
Me fall asleep and the boat she come
The girl she look till come the dawn
She weep and she cry
Return for home
The whistle blow me open my eyes
Bright the sun blue the sky
Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run
Me see the boat head for horizon
Havana moon is gone da rum
The boat she sail me love she gone
Havana moon...
Havana moon...
song performed by by Santana
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The Adoration Of The Kings
From the Nativity
which I have already celebrated
the Babe in its Mother's arms
the Wise Men in their stolen
splendor
and Joseph and the soldiery
attendant
with their incredulous faces
make a scene copied we'll say
from the Italian masters
but with a difference
the mastery
of the painting
and the mind the resourceful mind
that governed the whole
the alert mind dissatisfied with
what it is asked to
and cannot do
accepted the story and painted
it in the brilliant
colors of the chronicler
the downcast eyes of the Virgin
as a work of art
for profound worship
poem by William Carlos Williams
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Havana Gang Brawl
Well the cops are at the door
And you know that they want more
They've got spears, made for arms
Tried to lure you with their charms
You can hear the guns outside
Watching riots with their eyes
As you move from wall to wall
Hear the siren from the gang brawl
Line the locals one by one
Filling bullets with their guns
Are you red, or if you're blue
Cause tonight their gonna find the truth
Take no prisoners today
For the future will be laid
One big city, one big town
Everyone with the same crown
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
A doomed old day for engagements
They have torn up your arrangements
All the mothers, buying razors
For the future will be dangerous
You try desperately to leave
But all the trains are dry for steam
All the taxis on their sides
All the planes are burning bright
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Only one option left
To survive or you'll be dead
Do you hide now from the sin
Or do your blazing guns begin?
All the shops are up for sale
You might make it out on bail
All the fathers shine today
Making sure that son's ok
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
song performed by by Zutons
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A Perfect Place to Cry
There’s a myriad
Of poems to be written
About the entrancing mystery
Of a lovely girl’s lonely eyes,
The delicate sweet sadness
They softly reflect
In a streetlight’s sympathetic glare
Off a busted sidewalk’s
Rainy teardropp puddle.
I’m the harmless and meaningless poet
Of golden bracelets and vanished dreams,
The melancholy chronicler of feminine wrists
He can no longer kiss.
Certain milk-white shoulders
Just within reach
Look like home
And the perfect place to cry
Like the Patriarch Joseph
When he fell into the arms of Benjamin and wept
After revealing to Benjamin
He was his long lost older brother.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Above all, be suspicious of your fatherland. Nobody is more inclined to become a murderer than a fatherland.
quote by Friedrich Durrenmatt
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Hawthorne
ROMANCER, far more coy than that coy sex!
Perchance some stroke of magic thee befell,
Ere thy baronial keep the Muse did vex,
Nor grant deliverance from enchanted spell,
But tease thee all the while and sore perplex,
Till thou that wizard tale shouldst fairly tell,
Better than poets in thy own clear prose.
Painter of sin in its deep scarlet dyes,
Thy doomsday pencil Justice doth expose,
Hearing and judging at the dread assize;
New England’s guilt blazoning before all eyes,
No other chronicler than thee she chose.
Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep,
Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep?
poem by Amos Bronson Alcott
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Something new has happened: For the first time in German history our fatherland is guided by a plan that considers only the needs of the people, and aims at building prosperity and reconstructing of our fatherland.
quote by Walter Ulbricht
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Boye
My little Havana,
Let my artistic encounters ginger you up;
For i am swimming in this water of love again,
And i need you beside me.
Yes, no retreat and no surrender!
But be my coach on this love;
For you are very merciful to my heart.
My name is Boye and i love you,
Oh my little Havana come to me;
For i will lie down low and sleep in peace with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Havana Daydreamin
By: jimmy buffett
1975
Stashed his trash in ecuador
Bought a good suit of clothes
Flew on up to mexico
Standin by the shore
Waitin for some mystery man
To pay him for his time
But thinkin about all the money hed made
Couldnt help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin
Boy hes just dreamin
His life away
His daddy chopped that sugar cane
One day he fell dead
Jesus had a wanderin feelin
Swimmin around in his head
Sailin on a midnight boat
There were no questions asked
The water so green and the air was so clean
He just stuck right to his task
Havana daydreamin
Boy hes just schemin
His life away
(instrumental)
Ceilin fan it stirs the air
Cigar smoke does swirl
The fragrance on the pillowcase
And he thinks about the girl
Spillin wine and sharin good times
She sure could make him smile
He pays her well but what the hell
Hell be movin in a little while
Havana daydreamin
Boy hes just dreamin
His life away
Havana daydreamin
Boy hell be dreamin
His life away
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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This Aint Havana
I had no advantage over you.
There was troubles and I had em too.
Just cause youre so stung out.
Dont mean it cant work out.
Ba-ba-banana, this aint havana.
Do you like bananas, ba-ba-bananas.
Say youre a victim of society.
You ask them for your mercy.
Just like the cats in the garbage cans.
Whens their time coming, man.
You better offer some resistance.
You better give up on my insistence.
Things happen overnight.
You dont give up without a fight.
Ba-ba-banana, this aint havana.
Do yo like bananas, ba-ba-bananas.
You say youre poor and uneducated.
You aint gotta chance cause youre hated.
Youre on your way to lifes promotion.
You hinder it with emotion.
Ba-ba-banana, this aint havana.
Do yo like bananas, ba-ba-bananas.
song performed by by Ramones
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Havana Affair
Pt-boat on the way to havana
I used to make a living, man pickin the banana
Now Im a guide for the cia hooray for the usa!
Baby, baby, make me a loco baby, baby, make me a mambo
Sent to spy on a cuban talent show first stop - havana au go-go
I used to make a living, man pickin the banana hooray for havana!
Baby, baby, make me a loco baby, baby, make me a mambo
(all this by second time)
song performed by by Ramones
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Havana Affair
PT-boat on the way to Havana
I used to make a living, man
Pickin' the banana.
Now I'm a guide for the CIA
Hooray for the USA!
Baby, baby, make me a loco
Baby, baby, make me a mambo.
Sent to spy on a Cuban talent show
First stop - Havana au go-go
I used to make a living, man
Pickin' the banana
Hooray for Havana!
Baby, baby, make me a loco
Baby, baby, make me a mambo.
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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Today Your Love, Tomorrow The World
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi schatze
Y'know I fight for fatherland.
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi schatze
Y'know I fight for fatherland.
Little German boy
Being pushed around
Little German boy
In a German town.
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi schatze
Y'know I fight for fatherland.
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi schatze
Y'know I fight for fatherland.
Little German boy
Being pushed around
Little German boy
In a German t....
Today your love, tomorrow the world.
song performed by by Metallica
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Sun-Dial, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill
So passes silent o'er the dead thy shade,
Brief Time; and hour by hour, and day by day,
The pleasing pictures of the present fade,
And like a summer vapour steal away!
And have not they, who here forgotten lie
(Say, hoary chronicler of ages past!)
Once marked thy shadow with delighted eye,
Nor thought it fled, how certain, and how fast!
Since thou hast stood, and thus thy vigil kept,
Noting each hour, o'er mouldering stones beneath;
The pastor and his flock alike have slept,
And dust to dust proclaimed the stride of death.
Another race succeeds, and counts the hour,
Careless alike; the hour still seems to smile,
As hope, and youth, and life, were in our power;
So smiling and so perishing the while.
I heard the village bells, with gladsome sound,
When to these scenes a stranger I drew near,
Proclaim the tidings to the village round,
While memory wept upon the good man's bier.
Even so, when I am dead, shall the same bells
Ring merrily, when my brief days are gone;
While still the lapse of time thy shadow tells,
And strangers gaze upon my humble stone!
Enough, if we may wait in calm content,
The hour that bears us to the silent sod;
Blameless improve the time that heaven has lent,
And leave the issue to thy will, O God!
poem by William Lisle Bowles
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Happiness is a way of praying.
Jose Raul Bernardo in The Wise Women of Havana
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Metaphors are the weapons of cowards.
Jose Raul Bernardo in The Wise Women of Havana
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The Congressman ascertained that the consulate in Havana had numbers to feed the pigs.
quote by Erich Leinsdorf
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