Todavía en la vida y en la muerte, todavía en el rayo y en la lluvia, todavía con la sangre y sin balas, todavía con lo mío y lo tuyo, todavía con el fuego en el agua, todavía con el calor del frío, todavía en la tierra divina y en el infierno de la palabra, todavía en la flor del cactus el colibrí se bebe el amanecer...
Escrito anónimo en la Plaza de Mina Clavero, Córdoba, República Argentina.
domingo, 29 de mayo de 2011
que sea cautivo, que quiera saber dónde hay qué cosa cuál detrás de qué qué abrace curiosidad por la luna ¿qué no sabe?
no, no, no que no sepa
que sea solo un susurro
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Anónimo
dijo...
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who stand looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the may queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder.
Y mi espíritu clama por salir... Y mi espíritu clama por salir... Y mi espíritu clama por salir...
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There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Y mi espíritu clama por salir...
Y mi espíritu clama por salir...
Y mi espíritu clama por salir...
M.
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