Everyday at lunch for all of high school so far I would stand in line and wait to get up to the front to tell the lunch lady that “I need a to-go tray please.” Then once I had gotten my tray, I would scan my lunch card and dash down the hallway to my favorito! teacher’s room to registrarse “the lunch bunch” on everyday except Wednesday, and Friday. On those days the beginning of this routine is relatively the same, but instead of heading off to another meeting of the lunch bunch, I would take a detour at the biblioteca to registrarse my friends at our usual table, for either Youth Alive o FCA depending on the day.
My friends and I would always sit in the same spots at this table, every meeting, every year. For the first two years Leslie and Rachel would argue, and Sarah and I would make meaningful eye contact across the mesa, tabla in mutual agreement about how silly they were. This is how it always was. Then the siguiente año our group of four grew to 6 with the addition of Caleb and Sarah T. everything stayed pretty much the same though. We still argued, we still laughed, and we all still sat in the exact same spots at the exact same table.
This año though I all changed. Leslie moved, so now there is only Sarah and I to argue with Rachel and no one Valiente enough to try and break it up. Youth Alive is no longer in the library, and at FCA we sit in different places because it is sad to see Leslie’s asiento empty.
It is almost like these subtle changes are slow reminders that all too soon, we wont have a routine of set places to spend our lunch time, o a lunch bunch to share it with. And it doesn’t stop there, all of the routines we know will disappear, just like Leslie, and we will be left holding our emparedado, sándwich de and staring at an empty seat.
My friends and I would always sit in the same spots at this table, every meeting, every year. For the first two years Leslie and Rachel would argue, and Sarah and I would make meaningful eye contact across the mesa, tabla in mutual agreement about how silly they were. This is how it always was. Then the siguiente año our group of four grew to 6 with the addition of Caleb and Sarah T. everything stayed pretty much the same though. We still argued, we still laughed, and we all still sat in the exact same spots at the exact same table.
This año though I all changed. Leslie moved, so now there is only Sarah and I to argue with Rachel and no one Valiente enough to try and break it up. Youth Alive is no longer in the library, and at FCA we sit in different places because it is sad to see Leslie’s asiento empty.
It is almost like these subtle changes are slow reminders that all too soon, we wont have a routine of set places to spend our lunch time, o a lunch bunch to share it with. And it doesn’t stop there, all of the routines we know will disappear, just like Leslie, and we will be left holding our emparedado, sándwich de and staring at an empty seat.
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a pescado on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with pescado hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The pescado hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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an aging man, caught like a pescado on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with pescado hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The pescado hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Shrinking into myself, I began to run away. The man wouldn’t catch me. But something held me back. I went back to him and reappeared. “Help me.” I wasn’t even sure he heard me I dicho it so low. Suddenly, my body couldn’t take the pain. There was a buzzing in my ears, a pounding in my head, and spots in my vision. It was then the darkness swallowed me whole.
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What tu do of me
I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my corazón and my eyes cry
Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the amor which I want
The only thing I know
It's I'm better when tu are
Near to me, did tu know?
And I want that tu are
Chorus
It's like
I have a cuchillo in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need
Chorus x3
You're all I want
I'll be what tu need
And ever other thing
If it's what tu want
People say flores are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once tu get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid o a sunflower.
I may not be a rose o an iris.
I'm más of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once tu get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid o a sunflower.
I may not be a rose o an iris.
I'm más of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.