Lo que pienso y siento... aquí lo tienes!

No siempre a mi voz se le logra escapar lo que mi corazón grita, hay cosas que solo escritas llegan a expresarse, de manera que los demás sepan lo que pienso, sueño, siento, y anhelo.... pero sobre todo lo que no digo. Escribir es una forma de expresión y una fuente de alimento para el alma de quien lo practica con pasión. Espero por medio de letras hacer llegar y sentir lo que quiero transmitir y expresar y que con palabras no puedo. Esto es para ti. ¡Disfrútalo!

martes, 11 de diciembre de 2007

NO WAR!!

"Dear Mr. President"(Pink feat. Indigo Girls)


Dear Mr. President,Come take a walk with me.

Let's pretend we're just two people andYou're not better than me.

I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.


What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?

Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?

What do you feel when you look in the mirror?

Are you proud?


How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eyeAnd tell me why?


Dear Mr. President,Were you a lonely boy?

Are you a lonely boy?Are you a lonely boy?

How can you sayNo child is left behind?

We're not dumb and we're not blind.

They're all sitting in your cellsWhile you pave the road to hell.


What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?

And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?

I can only imagine what the first lady has to sayYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.


How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?


Let me tell you 'bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way

Let me tell you 'bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away

Let me tell you 'bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box

Let me tell you 'bout hard workHard, workHard work, You don't know nothing 'bout hard work, Hard work, Hard work Oh


How do you sleep at night?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President,You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

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