When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Je meurs de soif auprès de la fontaine;
Brûlant comme le feu, je tremble dent à dent!
En mon pays, je me trouve en exil;
Près d'un brasier, tout ardent je frissonne;
Nu comme un ver et pourtant vêtu en président,
Je ris en pleurs, et j'attends sans espérance;
Je reprends courage au milieu du plus triste désespoir;
Je me réjouis sans avoir aucun plaisir;
Je suis puissant sans avoir force ni autorité;
Bien recueilli tour à tour et repoussé de chacun.
Sí me haces falta
Tú me haces falta
Sí te recuerdo, te extraño,
te siento en el alma
Sí me haces falta
Tú me haces falta
Sí me arrepiento, me odio, estoy desesperada.
(Spanish)
When your species is on the verge of collapse, perhaps everything becomes more desperate.
Sometimes Hail Marys are the best Marys we've got.
Life is very busy these days. There are too many people, and everyone wants what the other has. Years ago, you could find a place to sit in the train every now and then, but these days, it's difficult... When my wife died, she got a horizontal burial cot. I tried to buy a burial cot for myself the other day, and what they offered me was a vertical one. I've spent my whole life standing in trains and buses, now I'll even have to stand when I'm dead!
Neither side is sacred, no one wants to win.
Feeling so sedated, think I'll just give in.
Taking medication 'till my stomach's full.
Nether side is sacred. Crawling in my hole...