
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late
[the Byrds-Words-adapted from the bible, book of ecclesiastes
Music-pete seeger]
[another saturday.another cold morning.winter breath coming slowly by.
peace.inner peace.
outside hell flourishing on the streets of the low lands.
there's something floating in the air altering
human behavior.there's something floating in the air altering human
tissues.there's something in the air altering the natural flow of pure
energy...love.
my friend Chris waits to be urgently operated
in Amsterdam.the carcinoma doesn't wait.it's a matter of individual circumstances
my friend.some trees are part of a beautiful garden having their own gardener.others
grow in the wild without special care.
we are just a bit fed up with the pain and the odor of putrefacted tissues.for the pain
OxyContin helps.you sleep endlessly the whole day through.it's like having you
and not having you.but we still hope for a positive result.half of your face will be
reconstructed...and still 35 days of radiotherapy after surgery.will you be able to hold
on till the 29th?Ali is so afraid of losing you....and I am so sorry you are not a tree
from a beautiful rich garden...with a special gardener...to treat you right now.
it's saturday...peace.]