TFTD:


Someone surely has written a poem about living in the "extra time" of futbol, the time of desperation and crumbling hopes.

"In the beginning was the Word,
 And the Word was with God,
 And the Word WAS God."


What a mysterious formulation, and one at odds with everything we were otherwise told about the Deity when we were kids.

TFTD:

What if God were one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make His way home?

I like your smile
And your fingertips.
I like the way that you move your hips.
I like the cool way you look at me.
Everything about you is bringing me misery.

The Open Palm of Desire,
The Rose of Jericho,
The soil as soft as summer,
The strength to let you go.

Jelly is my favorite food,
And when I'm in a jelly mood
I can never get enough
Of that yummy gummy stuff.

Jelly on my head.
Jelly on my nose.
Jelly on my po-po
Jelly on my toes.

Jelly on my belly
And I like it fine.

TFTD:


The Irish characterized by humor; the Spanish by a profound sense of dignity.