Adeste fidele, laeti triumphante
Venite, venite In Be-he-tle-hem...
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus, venite adoremu-hus Do-ho-mi-nus (*)
Okay, you got me. It IS Christmas. Yesterday I was walking through this fair city and there was no denying it. The gorgeous lights in Henry Street, Grafton Street and O'Connelstreet. The asses all around me. All the men form the East wandering the streets. Babies crying in the allies of Temple Bar... Christmastrees all around. Even the homeless seem in a very Christmassy... They've never looked so cold and desperate as these last couple of days...
Where's Bono when you need him? No, seriously. He's of to some African country to save the little children there, but everytime he goes to his hotel in Temple bar, or to Lilly's Pink Bordello (it's just a pub...) in Grafton Street he is literally stumbling over homeless fellow Dubliners... I guess helping them is not so high-profile...
Anyway, I've made a decision yesterday. On Christmas eve, I'm going to make one of those poor bastards happy and give him 20 euro, so he can check into a youth hostel for the night. He might even get a piece of turkey for it. I'm sure this little gesture won't redeem my soul. But maybe the old guy upstairs can cut me a little slack and send a cute blonde with a pair of huge knockers (des gros nichons) my way...
(*) Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore hi-im, Chri-hist the Lord...
Venite, venite In Be-he-tle-hem...
Venite adoremus, venite adoremus, venite adoremu-hus Do-ho-mi-nus (*)
Okay, you got me. It IS Christmas. Yesterday I was walking through this fair city and there was no denying it. The gorgeous lights in Henry Street, Grafton Street and O'Connelstreet. The asses all around me. All the men form the East wandering the streets. Babies crying in the allies of Temple Bar... Christmastrees all around. Even the homeless seem in a very Christmassy... They've never looked so cold and desperate as these last couple of days...
Where's Bono when you need him? No, seriously. He's of to some African country to save the little children there, but everytime he goes to his hotel in Temple bar, or to Lilly's Pink Bordello (it's just a pub...) in Grafton Street he is literally stumbling over homeless fellow Dubliners... I guess helping them is not so high-profile...
Anyway, I've made a decision yesterday. On Christmas eve, I'm going to make one of those poor bastards happy and give him 20 euro, so he can check into a youth hostel for the night. He might even get a piece of turkey for it. I'm sure this little gesture won't redeem my soul. But maybe the old guy upstairs can cut me a little slack and send a cute blonde with a pair of huge knockers (des gros nichons) my way...
(*) Oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore him, oh come let us adore hi-im, Chri-hist the Lord...
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Roberto Iza Valdés |
06 November, 2005 02:10