contributing to the Cuban male's majestic Sunday

Irish Proverb

The dog that's always on the go is better than one that's always curled up

Tut

He wants to take me, bring me to the time of the Great Pyramids
I'll be dressed in gold
and we'll both go down, down, down
life's everchanging corridor
We are invincible
We are amazing
We are a fantastic couple
destined for greatness
We are the stuff of ancient civilisation
the stuff of dreams
We tunnel back through time
Clay falls from the walls
the earth doesn't settle
Can't see in front of us
bits flying
and where'll he take me in these wrteched helicopter flights of my imagination
To be honest,
I'm all about the bits
He's more abot the bite
I want the propellers to Stop chopping in my head
Let me go forward
Let me have my dream

Hush, hold my hand

Amy Redmond (c) 2008