Stomach Problems And Wine

fly butterflies, crickets sing, My skin turns black and the sun shines, shines, shines and in the evenings when I appeared in the sky A star is never too late, I say it, the dove fly, fly and fly, as the yoke tight fist I have hope because everything changes (Victor Jara) ... Force

We have learned to fly like birds, swim like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living like brothers ... Martin Luther King