Everything's Not Lost - Coldplay

ESP:Hola. Soy F.A.D.H,me gusta el futbol y Coldplay y en este canal voy a subir mis canciones favoritas (general de Coldplay) y espero que cuando tenga dinero pueda subir mi música compuesta por mi jaja. Saludos a quien lea esto:)

ING:Hy im F.A.D.H,i like the soccer and Coldplay and in this channel I am going to upload my favorite songs (general by Coldplay) and i hope that when i have money i can upload my music composed by me.Blessings to whoever read this:).

Sunday, August 24, 2025 

#Truth about the Starbase City Mayor:

A BOY’S HEAD

In it there is a space-ship
and a project
for doing away with piano lessons

And there is
Noah’s ark,
which shall be first.

And there is
an entirely new bird
an entirely new hare
an entirely new bumble-bee.

There is a river
that flows upwards.

There is a multiplication table.

There is anti-matter.

And it just cannot be trimmed.

I believe
that only what cannot be trimmed
is a head.

There is much promise
in the circumstance
that so many people have heads.


Miroslav Holub
Translated by Ian & Jarmila Milner et al.

Reference: Poems Before & After: 
Collected English translations, 
Bloodaxe Books, 2006.
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Friday, August 22, 2025, Dear Bruce, Patti, and Coldplay,
Thank you for your music. In difficult times it has been a source of strength and grounding. Your songs help me stay in the moment, to breathe, and to keep going even while facing something as overwhelming as identity theft.
Music, at its best, reminds us who we are beyond the troubles we carry, and yours does exactly that. I am deeply grateful for the way it helps me cope and stay connected to hope.
With heartfelt thanks for letting love rule, stay safe, Cora Westerink (1965)


Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

______


A light which lives on what the flames devour
a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch
a crucifixion by a single wound
a sky and earth that darken by each hour
a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns
a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch
a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef
a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest--
this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns
is where I dream of you stealing my rest,
haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief.
I sought the peak of prudence, but I found
the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart,
and my own thirst for bitter truth and art.


- Federico García Lorca

العابرون سريعاً جميلون. لا يتركون ثقلَ ظلّ. ربما غباراً قليلاً، سُرعان ما يختفي، الأكثر جمالاً بيننا، المتخلّي عن حضوره.

- وديع سعادة "عزيزي"

Everything's Not Lost - Coldplay

Mac Levine