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It Must Have Been Something That I Said

and then it was the end
Alma did not talk anymore
something thorny hits
his throat as if what i said
was a kind of bone
of a deadly fish
something like about a plan
that cannot push through
a ship that cannot arrive
and she be there on the port
lonely again
while waiting for someone

someone who exists
only in her mind
but which gives her hope just the same
poor Alma
sorrowful soul

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alma Matters

So : the choice I have made
May seem strange to you
But who asked you, anyway ?
Its my life to wreck
My own way
You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
So the life I have made
May seem wrong to you
But, Ive never been surer
Its my life to ruin
My own way
You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Oh yeah ...
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah ...

song performed by by Morrissey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Para Qu

Para qu las joyas
que cubren tu cuerpo?
Para qu el dinero
de cien aos de trabajo?
Para qu la fama
de los intocables?
Para qu las falsas caras
de lo cotidiano?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu los lentes
que cubren tus ojos?
Para qu el cansancio
de cien aos de trabajo?
Para qu matarse
por las apariencias?
Para qu dejar
que nos acabe la violencia?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
Para qu?
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
si a la tumba
no se lleva
ni el dinero
ni el poder.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.
Slo lo que en el alma queda.

song performed by by Juanes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Alma Desnuda

SOY un alma desnuda en estos versos,
Alma desnuda que angustiada y sola
Va dejando sus pétalos dispersos.

Alma que puede ser una amapola,
Que puede ser un lirio, una violeta,
Un peñasco, una selva y una ola.

Alma que como el viento vaga inquieta
Y ruge cuando está sobre los mares,
Y duerme dulcemente en una grieta.

Alma que adora sobre sus altares,
Dioses que no se bajan a cegarla;
Alma que no conoce valladares.

Alma que fuera fácil dominarla
Con sólo un corazón que se partiera
Para en su sangre cálida regarla.

Alma que cuando está en la primavera
Dice al inviemo que demora: vuelve,
Caiga tu nieve sobre la pradera.

Alma que cuando nieva se disuelve
En tristezas, clamando por las rosas
Con que la primavera nos envuelve.

Alma que a ratos suelta mariposas
A campo abierto, sin fijar distancia,
Y les dice libad sobre las cosas.

Alma que ha de morir de una fragancia,
De un suspiro, de un verso en que se ruega,
Sin perder, a poderlo, su elegancia.

Alma que nada sabe y todo niega
Y negando lo bueno el bien propicia
Porque es negando como más se entrega,

Alma que suele haber como delicia
Palpar las almas, despreciar la huella,
Y sentir en la mano una caricia.

Alma que siempre disconforme de ella,
Como los vientos vaga, corre y gira;
Alma que sangra y sin cesar delira
Por ser el buque en marcha de la estrella.

poem by Alfonsina Storni
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That Alma River Sonata

That alma river
Kept my spirit alive
Every time that I had visited
That alma river everyday
And also I feel that it is rather
Impossible for me to believe
Because I have a problem with reality
And for reality to sat Inside of me
I feel that I have to be present
At that alma river

poem by Aldo Kraas
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~ Hambre Del Alma ~

~ Hambre Del Alma ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
3 December 2010

~ Why clog clot choke in
~ Imposed 'Hambre Del Alma’? [1]

Assuage soothe salve xeric Alma. [2]

By ~
~ being in oneself
~ a.k.a. volute in self
~ a.k.a. interiorize in subtle self. [3]

Next ~
~ Jaunt with ecstatic self
~ Bask flowething finery self
~ Rejoice redundant rhapsodic self
~ Coalesce with spic 'Secondless Self'. [4]

Revel ~
~ Halcyon harmonic rapt riant
~ Oooh Minstrel ~ Luxe-Life! [5]

Unison Universalae ~
~ a.k.a. Omni Onenessness
~ a.k.a. Advaita Consciousness! [6]

Inebriate in ambrosia at arche La Querencia! [7]

===========
Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
[1] Hambre Del Alma [Spanish]: Soul Starvation.
[2] Alma [Spanish]: Soul.
[3] a.k.a: abbr. also known as.
[4] Riant: Feeling mirth or pleasure or happiness.
[5] Universale [Latin]: Universal.
[6] Advaita ~ Not-Dual. This perception of non-duality ascribed to God or to Brahman as Absolute.
[7] La Querencia [Spanish]: The place where a person feels at home, nest, fondness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Copyright reserved by author.

poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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By The Alma River

WILLIE, fold your little hands;
Let it drop, that 'soldier' toy:
Look where father's picture stands,--
Father, who here kissed his boy
Not two months since,--father kind,
Who this night may--Never mind
Mother's sob, my Willie dear,
Call aloud that He may hear
Who is God of battles, say,
'O, keep father safe this day
By the Alma river.'

Ask no more, child. Never heed
Either Russ, or Frank, or Turk,
Right of nations or of creed,
Chance-poised victory's bloody work:
Any flag i' the wind may roll
On thy heights, Sebastopol;
Willie, all to you and me
Is that spot, where'er it be,
Where he stands--no other word!
Stands--God sure the child's prayer heard--
By the Alma river.

Willie, listen to the bells
Ringing through the town to-day.
That's for victory. Ah, no knells
For the many swept away,--
Hundreds--thousands! Let us weep,
We who need not,--just to keep
Reason steady in my brain
Till the morning comes again,
Till the third dread morning tell
Who they were that fought and fell
By the Alma river.

Come, we'll lay us down, my child,
Poor the bed is, poor and hard;
Yet thy father, far exiled,
Sleeps upon the open sward,
Dreaming of us two at home:
Or beneath the starry dome
Digs out trenches in the dark,
Where he buries--Willie, mark--
Where he buries those who died
Fighting bravely at his side
By the Alma river.

Willie, Willie, go to sleep,
God will keep us, O my boy;
He will make the dull hours creep
Faster, and send news of joy,

When I need not shrink to meet
Those dread placards in the street,
Which for weeks will ghastly stare
In some eyes--Child, sy thy prayer
Once again; a different one:
Say, 'O God, Thy will be done
By the Alma river.'

poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Like Bright Sunlight Underneath The Moon

Muse- I want to see you wearing barrettes
In Paris-
Alma- rings of golden satellites between brown
Knuckles-
Warm sweet kisses underneath broken school
Busses- Alma-
Warm sweet places, like hot clay in
Art class- and easels waiting in the broken
Monuments of honeysuckle daylight
With saw horses underneath open hearts:
The way the wilderness waits across the canal
For you- Alma,
To step into the crepuscule of the burning sugar canes
At the dead ends of suburbia,
To leave the senses to go to sleep behind you,
And to start our barefooted, your feet
The size of toy boats, as you exhilarate the heavens
And pull them down to examine your own heavens-
And they see the truth to your passivity,
As the canoe lays tinkered up to the bank, underneath
The holly you left behind
Being given little kisses to its throat by tadpoles
Whose only hope is for metamorphosis
To join with your heavens- to bask across the
Fields who grow rich in the antediluvian things that
Evolve in your longing classrooms-
They follow you- muse, as you go leaping,
Caramel- muse of honey and applesauce-
Like bright sunlight underneath the moon.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Muse of Honey And Applesauce

Muse- I want to see you wearing barrettes
In Paris-
Alma- rings of golden satellites between brown
Knuckles-
Warm sweet kisses underneath broken school
Busses- Alma-
Warm sweet places, like hot clay in
Art class- and easels waiting in the broken
Monuments of honeysuckle daylight
With saw horses underneath open hearts:
The way the wilderness waits across the canal
For you- Alma,
To step into the crepuscule of the burning sugar canes
At the dead ends of suburbia,
To leave the senses to go to sleep behind you,
And to start our barefooted, your feet
The size of toy boats, as you exhilarate the heavens
And pull them down to examine your own heavens-
And they see the truth to your passivity,
As the canoe lays tinkered up to the bank, underneath
The holly you left behind
Being given little kisses to its throat my tadpoles
Whose only hope is for metamorphosis
To join with your heavens- to bask across the
Fields who grow rich in the antediluvian things that
Evolve in your longing classrooms-
They follow you- muse, as you go leaping,
Caramel- muse of honey and applesauce-
Like bright sunlight underneath the moon.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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We Don't Talk Anymore

I used to think that life was sweet
I used to think it was so complete
I can't believe you, you've thrown it away
I used to think we had it made
I used to feel we would sail away
Can you just imagine how I feel today
Well, it seems a long time ago
You were the lonely one
Now it comes to letting go
And you're the only one
Do you know what you've done
It's so funny how we don't talk anymore
It's so funny why we don't talk anymore
But I ain't losing sleep and I ain't counting sheep
It's so funny how we don't talk anymore
It really doesn't matter to me
I guess your leaving was meant to be
It's down to you now
You want to be free
Well, I hope you know which way to go
You're on your own again
Don't come running to me when you're the lonely one
Remember what you've done
It's so funny how we don't talk anymore
It's so funny why we don't talk anymore
It's so funny how we don't talk ..... anymore.......

song performed by by Tom Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Our farewell song to P.M.C.

Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee;
We are now full-fledged good Doctors!
We start to serve, the sick forev’r.

We will remember our College;
Until we reach our Life’s end-stage;
We had our days of much ordeal;
We are now all so free, we feel.

We had our tussles and fist-fights;
Happy to have just won our rights;
We had our days of rejoicings;
Entwined in love, today this song we sing.

We love our Teachers who taught us well;
To be quite patient always in Life;
And guided us in numerous ways;
Showing us all, that there are better days!

We look ahead to a future bright;
Our past was dear, sad days, despite;
We will miss this ev’rgreen campus;
And the sweet songs that, Birds sang to us.

Recreation did suffer although;
Success in life always will show;
Our stay in P.M.C. was so great;
On the whole it, was a joyful state.

We will miss P.M.C.forev’r;
Farewell to our dear Alma-mater;
We are now full-fledged good DOCTORS;
Ready to heal the sick forev’r.

Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee!
Farewell, farewell dear P.M.C.;
We will again come to see thee.

poem by John Celes
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Lejos De Ti

English lyrics by karen
Morris, toronto, canada
This song is more of a stright forward vallenato song with the blend of forging instruments, such as the steel string guitar, a cuban "tres" cuban "clave", and a snare drum.
T;lejos de ti" talks about being apart from the person you love and all the feelings that arise from your loneliness. this song says " with all the love from my soul i wait for you
Year and i wish to tell you with my guitar, all my feelings for you. i love you, i'm always dreaming of you, and without your love i'm dying.... but i'll keep waiting for you".
Tengo las cuerdans de mi guitarra
I have the stings of my guitar
Tengo la noche y tengo mi voz
I have the night and i have my voice
Para entregarte con toda el alma
With which to deliver to you with all my soul
Las dulces notas de mi cancin
The sweetness of my song.
Son las tretezas y la nostalgia
My song is sadness and nostalgia,
Las amargarte del corazn
And the bitterness of the heart.
Son tus recuerdos en la distancia
They are the memories of you at a distance
Los que me llenande inspiracin
That fill me with inspiration.
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Coro:
Con todo el amor del alma
With all the love of my soul
Te espero en el ao nuevo
I wait for you in the new year.
Y quiero con mi guitarra
And i want to tell you with my guitar that
Decirte lo que yo siento
You are the one for whom i wait.
Que siempre te estoy queriendo
I want to tell you that i am always wanting you
Que siempre te estoy soando
And am always dreaming of you.
Sin ti yo me estoy muriendo
Without you i am dying.
Pero te sigo esperando
But, still, i am waiting for you.
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Tengo la brisa por mi ventana
The breeze that flows through my window
Que me acaricia como tu voz
Caresses me like the tenderness of your voice,
Tengo gravadas dentro del alma
Imprinted on my soul are the memories of
Las dulces huellas de tu pasin
Your tender and sincere passion.
Voy sumergiendome en la nostalgia
I get lost in the nostalgia
Cuando en las noches yo pienso en ti
When in the nights i think of you.
Hay una lagrima que se escapa
A sadness fills my eyes and i cry,
Porque te siento lejos de m because i am waiting for you.
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Coro:
Con todo el amor del alma
With all the love of my soul
Te espero en el ao nuevo
I wait for you in the new year.
Y quiero con mi guitarra
And i want to tell you with my guitar that
Decirte lo que yo siento
You are the one for whom i wait.
Que siempre te estoy queriendo
I want to tell you that i am always wanting you
Que siempre te estoy soando
And am always dreaming of you.
Sin ti yo me estoy muriendo
Without you i am dying.
Pero te sigo esperando
But, still, i am waiting for you. (x2)
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Es este canto que lleva el viento
This song carries the spirit of my hope,
La voz que calma por verte ya
The voice that calms me by imagining seeing you already.
Es la esperanza de tu regreso
It is the hope of your return
Un rayo de luz en mi soledad
A ray of light in my solitude
Al despertar en las noches siento
I awaken many nights to
Que morire de tanto esperar
That feeling of waiting for you,
Pero al saber que estaremos juntos
But then rise to the knowledge that we will be together again
Se que mi pena va a terminar
And my pain will be at an end.
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Coro:
Con todo el amor del alma
With all the love of my soul
Te espero en el ao nuevo
I wait for you in the new year.
Y quiero con mi guitarra
And i want to tell you with my guitar that
Decirte lo que yo siento
You are the one for whom i wait.
Que siempre te estoy queriendo
I want to tell you that i am always wanting you
Que siempre te estoy soando
And am always dreaming of you.
Sin ti yo me estoy muriendo
Without you i am dying.
Pero te sigo esperando
But, still, i am waiting for you. (x2)

song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Attention~Atención

Atención, All people

Warning, warning, warning
De alerta, alerta, alerta
Stay on the alert
There will not be no mourning

Mourning over a lost soul
People see all there is to see
Mourning over a soul to be
One that has to become whole

Whole with the one they love
Staying under the covers
Looking down on their lover
Seeking the white dove

Crashing into the gates
The gates of heaven
With the number eleven
Now, everything is at stake

Eleven missing souls
The other two are gone
Their all alone
Everything as a toll

A toll not willing to be taken
A prison at the end of the road
Trying to figure out the code
Everyone if faking

Faking like they really care
Care about the lost souls
Even if they have to pay for the toll
Now, you are scared

Warning, warning, warning
De alerta, alerta, alerta
Un alma perdidas, alma perdidas, alma perdidas
The lost souls, lost souls, lost souls

Atención, All people

poem by Amy Lee
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That Illusion

The night weeps its sentiment to us all, but oh how
Many lines have begun like that:
And I wish I could be more original for you;
And now I want to walk to your house again:
I want to be a flag on your body rippling and casting for gold,
Because now haven’t I seen you captivated high up in the clouds
In a house of giants:
Isn’t it a white man’s house: even further, isn’t it my house,
Alma:
I want to find you and stretch you out and ask your where your beautiful
Belt has gone,
And to which knight you gave it to, to save his neck:
I know you gave it to one knight on his lunch break, but to which
One I am uncertain,
But I want to be your king just so I can have the authority to find these
Things out,
And to feed my life-giving poultry to your children:
Alma, I dream of you walking your children to the bus stop,
And I dream of you walking through cut out snowflakes and paper airplanes:
I dream of you always on the move, Alma, because your body gives off
That illusion while it smokes and sweats my dreams.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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The Ship That Never Returned

On a summer's day while the waves were rippling, with a quiet and a gentle breeze;
A ship set sail with a cargo laden for a port beyond the sea.