Egalité
Juan Lanas, el mozo de esquina,
es absolutamente igual
al Emperador de la China:
los dos son el mismo animal.
Juan Lanas cubre su pelaje
con nuestra manta nacional;
el gran magnate lleva un traje
de seda verde excepcional.
Del uno cuidan cien dragones
de porcelana y de cristal;
Juan Lanas carga maldiciones
y gruesos fardos por un real,
pero si alguna mandarina
siguiendo el instinto sexual
al Emperador se avecina
en el traje tradicional
que tenía nuestra madre Eva
en aquella tarde fatal
en que se comieron la breva
del árbol del Bien y del Mal,
y si al mismo Juan una Juana
se entrega por modo brutal
y palpita la bestia humana
en un solo espasmo sexual,
Juan Lanas, el mozo de esquina,
es absolutamente igual
al Emperador de la China:
los dos son el mismo animal.
poem by Jose Asuncion Silva
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Arbusto Hotel (a song parody)
tune Elvis' Heartbreak hotel (Chorus 1) [Chorus 2]
Now since Juan left the Pueblo,
He’s found a new place to dwell-
An S.R.O.* in Farmingdale
The Arbusto Hotel
(And Juan is so lonely
Juan is so lonely
He’s missing Juanita
Juan is so lonely, he could cry)
Now Juan waits on the Corner
He’s waiting for a van
They drive away, he mows all day
He’s working for the man.
(And Juan is so lonely
Juan is so lonely
He’s missing Juanita
Juan is so lonely, he could cry)
Since Bush came into office
Immigration laws- a laugh
The rich get their cheap labor
While the Union gets the shaft
(And Juan is so lonely
Juan is so lonely
He’s missing Juanita
Juan is so lonely, he could cry)
Now Juan waits at the Border
Across the Rio Grand [sic]
Juanita wades toward him
With a baby in each hand
[Now Juan isn’t lonely
Juan’s got Juanita
That girl’s Muy Bonita&
Juan’s not so lonely anymore
Now Juan is fat and happy
His life now has a plan
He’s living in Corona
With his large extended Clan
[Repeat 2nd Chorus]
Now Juan is quite unhappy
His futures looking grim
Some Guatemalan immigrant
Just stole his job from him!
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Under The Banana Tree
under the banana tree
juan
waited for the
magic pebble
to fall
for him to swallow
on the belief
that
he will turn
into
an invisible
juan
the whole
night
he dreamt
that the
magic pebble
landed
on his mouth
wide open
by an unknown
spell
juan
turned into
a banana
tree
and all
the neighbors
his parents
mourned
for him
at least
one thing
sure
happened
he floated
turned
himself
an
invisible
juan
and he
looks
at all of
them
somewhere
from the
top
they call
it
heaven
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Charity Concert/The Art Of Possible
Magaldi: On this night
On this night
On this night of a thousand stars
Let me take you to Heaven's door
Where the music of love's guitars
Plays forevermore
Eva: Magaldi
Magaldi: Eva Duarte
Eva: Your act hasn't changed much
Magaldi: Neither has yours
Peron: I stand here as a servant of the people
As we come together for a marvelous cause
You've shown by your presence your deeds and applause
What the people can do true power is yours
Not the government's unless it represents the people
Che: Juan always picks the easy fight
Juan praises fools Juan smothers light
Juan shifts from left to right
Politics the art of the possible
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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Juan Tripp was a friend. Good name for an airline man, huh? Juan Tripp after another?
The Tour
Thirteen as twelve my Murray always took--
He was a publisher. The new Police
Have neater ways of bringing men to book,
So Juan found himself before J.P.'s
Accused of storming through that placed nook
At practically any pace you please.
The Dogberry, and the Waterbury, made
It fifty mile--five pounds. And Juan paid!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Juan Hernandez was an actor out of New York, but what made Juan so great and what made Omar so great was that they both already knew how to box, so we didn't have to take them into a gym and teach them how to throw a left jab.
quote by Charles S. Dutton
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Cuantos Pasos ?
Es difacil recordar
es difacil olvidar
es difacil para ma
es difacil todo
y me pregunte
cuantos pasos podremos dar?
Todo es lo mismo
es un principio y final
y nada mas
todo es lo mismo
esta cancian es igual
que las demas, que las demas
Es difacil empezar
es difacil terminar
es difacil para mi
es difacil todo
y me pregunta
cuantos pasos podremos dar?
Todo es lo mismo
es un principio y final
y nada mas
todo es lo mismo
esta cancian es igual
que las demas, que las demas
song performed by by Zurdok
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Piel Canela
Skin like cinnamon,
Hair raven black.
Softly purring,
And arching her back.
Laying on sheets,
So sparkling white,
Writhing in ecstasy,
And her own delight.
My dusky sorceress,
I'm enchanted it seems,
Every night just past Midnight,
I love you in my dreams.
Don Juan Tenorio
poem by Don Juan Tenorio
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Making Love In A Parked Car
Making love in a parked car,
Out under the stars.
Fogging up the windows,
Is the best by far.
Always the chance,
That your gonna get caught.
As passers by glance,
Whether they see you or naught.
Rocking the car,
Till people think it's possessed.
Till they hear the moans,
And they smile cause they guessed.
Don Juan Tenorio
poem by Don Juan Tenorio
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Plain Citizen Juan De La Cruz
he thinks he is part of the government,
correct,
he is part of the people whom the government taxed
taking his money
and later some of his property, his chicken, his pig, his carabao
his plow,
then the government enters into war
plain juan de la cruz becomes the soldier
killing another soldier
in the killing fields in the mine fields he will soon lose his arm
if not both his feet
plain juan de la cruz
then the rebels come, the insurgents, the belligerents
juan de la cruz is not in his house
his wife and children are now the pawns
the victims
the servants
the wife cooks for the comrades the child runs to the nearby store
to buy cigarettes and liquour
then they too will ask for the chicken, the pigs, the carabao,
the rice and some vegetables and beans and
a little money to support their cause
plain juan de la cruz
plain citizen, will he survive the war on both sides?
let us have a sandwich
for a metaphor, this poem looks like it,
plain de la cruz is in between
and he has no choice.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All Women Are Beautiful
All women are beautiful,
I can attest to that.
There are no skinny women,
And none that are fat.
No matter what color,
They are gorgeous to me.
Just like a rainbow,
That beckons to me.
Men certainly are fools,
To pass women by.
They're so stuck on themselves,
That you can't deny.
And I look, at every single one,
And see what they need.
All women like fun,
You just meet their needs.
Don Juan Tenorio
poem by Don Juan Tenorio
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Dear Granfather
My gran father
Is...
My father...
yes...
My lovingely father...
My gran father loves for me...
At over of my father...
I am also love
My gran father a lot....
My gran father telling
Stores at my child age...
It is very happyfull...
Today my gran father
Is passaway...
I did not woory
I did not cry...
But...
Heart only think
My gran father
Golden days...
Theay all are
Olden days...
Did not come
My life that days....
My gran father also...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Godlike
I am very sorry I made mistake
It won't happen again.
You stated king Juan Carlos of spain.
Great really you are great to realised
Your mistake and said these above.
People are really more important.
Save people from severe economic crisis
And do good to people that is permanent.
Doing work for people's welfare are really holy
Than elephant-hunting and making merry.
You King Juan Carlos of spain
Knowledge regain and having human
You are superhuman
You are really Godlike
And favourite to man.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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From Rochdale To Ocho Rios
From rochdale to ocho rios
From ocho rios to dorking
From dorking its back to rochdale
From rochdale to ocho rios
You spend half your life in transit
But thats just the way God plans it
Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas
Thats all you need
Tried to get a flight out to san juan
But air jamaica dont fly on sunday
Gotta get a flight out to san juan
Because I wanna see the mama and the papa
When I look into your blue eyes
I bend the truth but I never tell you lies
I need my lover, I need your care
Understandings not enough to make it fair
From rochdale to ocho rios
From ocho rios to dorking
From dorking its back to rochdale
From rochdale to ocho rios
Asleep in a stream of sunlight
Awake in a dream at midnight
Im rushing to wait for jumbo
Oh where am I now
Tried to get a flight out to san juan
But air jamaica dont fly on sunday
Gotta get a flight out to san juan
Because I wanna see the mama and the papa
A dressing room so far from home
A corridor with a broken telephone
I wanna call but I got to go
The curtains up and its time to do the show
Show time!
I just got in to the city
Yeah, its so insane
But the man with the suitcase
Is on the road again
Tried to get a flight out to san juan
But air jamaica dont fly on sunday
Gotta get a flight out to san juan
Because I wanna see the mama and the papa
Asleep in a stream of sunlight
Awake in a dream at midnight
Im rushing to wait for jumbo
Oh where am I now
You spend half your life in transit
But thats just the way God plans it
Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas
Thats all you need
Everybody sing!
From rochdale to ocho rios
From ocho rios to dorking
From dorking its back to rochdale
Oh where are we now
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Tu Fotografia
Me levanto en tu fotografia,
me levanto y siempre ahi estas tu
en el mismo sitio y cada dia, la misma mirada ,
el mismo rayo de luz
el color ya no es el mismo de antes,
tu sonrisa casi se borro ,y aunque no estes claro yo te invento
en mis pensamientos y en mi corazon.
Nadie tiene un pacto con el tiempo,ni con el olvido y el dolor oh no,
si desapareces yo te encuentro ,en la misma esquina de mi habitacion
CORO..
Cada dia q pasa te pienso y t vuelvo a mirar,
cada cosa en su sitio ,el pasado ,presente, en el polvo mis dedos
se juntan y quiero tenerte cambiando conmigo,
luego miro tu foto, el tiempo, los aos si me hablas de lejos
procura avisarme temprano
y asi controlarme
Me levanto en tu fotografia, cada dia invento una actitud,
y aunque no se note en blanco y negro uuh
no me desespero, uso mi imaginacion
nadie tiene un pacto con el tiempo ,ni con el rocio de la flor ..oh no,
si desaparaces yo t encuentro ,en la misma esquina de mi habitacion
CORO...(repeat)
Cada dia q pasa te pienso y t vuelvo a mirar
cada cosa en su sitio ,el pasado ,presente ,en el polvo mis dedos
se juntan y quiero tenerte cambiando conmigo,
luego miro tu foto ,el tiempo ,los aos ,si me hablas de lejos
procura avisarme temprano y asi imaginarme ..
q te tengo aqui.
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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But I miss you Gran
I miss you so much Gran.
You left me.
And I don't no why.
But i miss you Gran.
I thought you'd be here for ever.
But now you've gone away.
And I miss you Gran.
I wish you could come back.
I can no longer see you.
I can't touch your face or hold your hand.
I can no longer give you a hug and a kiss.
I miss you Gran.
I don't understand why you had to go.
You've gone from this world.
And I miss you Gran.
I wish you were here.
A friendly face you alwys had.
Words of wisdom you would give.
But I miss you Gran.
My heart is breaking.
I just hope you no that I loved you.
I miss you Gran I really miss you.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Hey Soos
In a black and white
1960's television episode of
the western 'Rawhide'
was hidden
a small scene
in which a
young Mexican cowboy
from Austin, Texas
named Jesus
and a saddleboy
from Chihuahua, Mexico
named Juan
who was rescued
from the Camancheros Indians
when he was seven years old
and both Juan and Jesus
are standing together
posted as lookouts
in an abandoned fort
comparing notes
on their lives
and the three surprising things are
they both get along
and both get to stay alive
by the end of the episode
(even with Clint Eastwood in the script..,)
and the only problem
I have
with this historical portrait
is that they spell the cowboys names
as
Hey Soos
poem by Oscar Mireles
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Aliquid novi Africa affert - Africa is always producing some novelty
Aliquid novi Africa affert.
Aliquid novi Africa affert
Reformanda....
In Terrorem
Christianos ad leones!
Africa is always producing some novelty.
Africa is always producing some novelty
Always being reformed....
As a warning; [in order to terrify others]
[Throw the] Christians to the lions!
© Juan Ponce de León
poem by Juan Ponce de León
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Me Da Igual
Me da igual, me da igual
Que me hablen de la vida
O de la muerte tambin
Me da igual, me da igual
que me hablen de los buenos
O de los malos tambin. . . .
Se acabaron los refuerzos
De una guerra siempre injusta
Hoy slo quedan los desechos de las almas justas
Se acabaron los amigos
Se acabaron los vecinos
Hoy slo quedan los sucesos de los asesinos
coro:
Me da igual, me da igual
Que me hablen de la vida
O de la muerte tambin
Me da igual, me da igual
Que me hablen de los buenos
O de los malos tambin. . . .
Se acabaron los valores
De la sangre y del pota
Hoy slo quedan los residuos de una patria muerta
Ya acabaron con el mundo
Ya acabaron con los hijos
Hoy solo quedan los recuerdos de los aos vivos
coro (X2)
Me da igual, me da igual
Que me hablen de la vida
O de la muerte tambin
Me da igual, me da igual
Que ma hablen de los buenos
O de los malos tambin
Me da igual, me da igual
Me da igual, me da igual
Que me hablen de la vida
O de la muerte tambin
Se acabaron los refuerzos
De una guerra siempre injusta
Hoy slo quedan los desechos de las almas justas
Se acabaron los amigos
Se acabaron los vecinos
Hoy slo quedan los sucesos de los asesinos
Me da igual, me da igual
Que ma hablen de los buenos
O de los malos tambin
song performed by by Juanes
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The magnate of evil
The magnate of evil
But what a magnate it is!
It cannot draw the iron of Character Towards it.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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