Cuando sientes que la mano de la muerte se posa sobre el hombro, la vida se ve iluminada de otra manera y descubres en ti misma cosas maravillosas que apenas sospechabas. ISABEL ALLENDE.







miércoles, 21 de enero de 2009

sintinedome un poquito mas yo.










invisible man. (the police.)






I don't want to spend the rest of my life

Looking at the barrel of an Armalite

I don't want to spend the rest of my days
Keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say

I don't want to spend my time in hell

Looking at the walls of a prison cell

I don't ever want to play the part

Of a statistic on a government chart

There has to be an invisible sun

It gives its heat to everyone

There has to be an invisible sun

That gives us hope when the whole day's done

It's dark all day and it glows all night

Factory smoke and acetylene light

I face the day with me head caved in

Looking like something that the cat brought in

There has to be an invisible sun

It gives its heat to everyone

There has to be an invisible sun

That gives us hope when the whole day's done

And they're only going to change this place

By killing everybody in the human race

They would kill me for a cigarette

But I don't even wanna die just yet

There has to be an invisible sun

It gives its heat to everyone

There has to be an invisible sun

That gives us hope when the whole day's done




















PUEBLOS LIBRES,


RECORDAR ESTA MÁXIVA,


PODEMOS ADQUIRRIR LA LIBERTAD


PERO NUNCA SE RECUPERARA UNA VEZ QUE SE PIERDE


(Jean Jacques Rousseau)

1 comentario:

  1. Pero como no voy a sonreir si estoy rodeada de gente maravillosa que me recuerda cuando se me olvida qeu merece la pena todo esto.

    :) :)

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