There was only one night game a year. On the 4th of July, the whole sky would brighten up with fireworks, giving us just enough light for a game. We played our best then because, I guess, we all felt like the big leaguers under the lights of some great stadium. Benny felt like that all the time. We all knew he was gonna go on to bigger and better games, because every time we stopped to watch the sky on those nights like regular kids, he was there to call us back. You see, for us, baseball was a game. But for Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez, baseball was life.
Naming Uruguay the country of the year in 2013, the Economist may very well have described the rising nation’s head of state, President José “Pepe” Mujica.
Known for his unusual frankness, fiery oration and bold leadership to turn ideas into action, the 78-year-old leader possesses and practices the very characteristics that many world leaders fail to emulate. He has also garnered international acclaim for his progressive policies, down-to-earth personality and simple presentation, which has earned him a reputation as “the world’s poorest president.”
Aladdin had really screwed things up with Jasmine this time. Even the Genie thought he’d acted like “a total dickhead.”
After a few months he decided to win Jasmine back, to show her how he’d grown up, that noe he was the man she’d always wanted him to be. He wanted to show her how brave he was, how he wasn’t scared of emotions anymore, how he could even, one day, be a good father to their children.
Don’t worry about my broken heart worry bout my broken heart -
Incense and bibles, I’m running down the crystal lakes My patience on the pavements, pour my lament out in porcelain Crown my thoughts with love Don’t worry about my broken heart in my chest wearing my best colors bleed out on the fragile parts You want to fight the craze I want to rise to lift this weight Whatever price I pay life falls better in the blue
Miss of your poor bed like my forehead like my sweetness right around your waist in fault lines into gold mines where your blood shines cause the earths to quake I’m seeing crazy revelations I’m singing lazy incantations I’m seeing your face in my chalice I’m singing your praise in my palace. Fingers all around your waist
Don’t worry about my broken heart, worry about my broken heart.
Always calling to you wasting all my good intentions its alright to falter from these heights Don’t know what you do I’m chasing all my lost inventions can’t make this right as I’m floating through these heights.