Armadas of facts
wage my war against "us&quot...

The world is divided in two:
those with the divine and those not...

These kids shuffle through the crosswalk
kicking up the shadows of their future...

Leaves crunch underneath the snow,
sounding my approach, she turns...

See the highland sheep graze in the fields
scattering when the engineer...

Rosaura
tells me the truth...

Go to the mailbox for me
just open it up and look...

Had I known before we married
what lay beneath her smile's surface...

"Just give me the title," he told me.
"I want to be judge - for a few weeks...

59 and body hurts?
I've got your cure...

You give me a sense of perspective
even in this traffic jam...

Christmas music gives
Thanksgiving soundtrack...