The answer is yes Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine I ask for the mercy that you love to decline And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice A must die for the lie in his voice.
: A Must DieCELJE / sonetni venec I eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old I′d sit on his in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He′d tousle my hair and say son take a good look around This is your hometown Bruce Springsteen: My HometownI.
Ko se na Lavi jutro naredi, je to prizor za pesnika: obraz neba se s sinjebelo obrobljenimi očmi nad Bangladeš zaspano prismehlja.