Ah, La Luna, La Luna. The night that we fell under the spell of the moon…

Belinda Carlisle

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold,

and leaves of gold there grew:

Of wind I sang, a wind there came

and in the branches blew.

J.R.R. Tolkien.

Hark the herald angels sing,

Glory to the newborn King!

From the Tilden Study Center Nativity Scene.

“Respetaré la vida de vuestros ciudadanos, a cambio de seis hombres, notables de la ciudad, que se rindan ante mí, junto con las llaves de la ciudad, vestidos en camisón y con una soga amarrada a sus cuellos”.

Y seis hombres se presentaron ante el Rey.

… dear picture of the dirty, deformed, silvery reflection.

On a warm summer’s eve,

on a train bound for nowhere,

I met up with the gambler.

We were both too tired to sleep,

so we took turns a-starin’

out the window at the darkness.

The boredom overtook us, and he began to speak…

The Gambler, Kenny Rogers

Press the button. Make it a Chicago smoothie.

Y así nació la puesta de sol.

Me besaste para olvidar / Y me olvidaste allí junto al mar.

Sumergiste mis ilusiones / Mis latidos son desde entonces olas del mar.

La Oreja de Van Gogh

Much -not all!- depends on your point of view. The point of view is a magical thing that makes things look like something else, something they’re not. Otherwise, these cornices of a building in Chicago’s Loop, wouldn’t look like… What do they look like?