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#1 Respondiendo a: Anónimo
Hice este pequeño poema mientras hacía mi diario martirio en bus:
Armas, corneta y tambor,
no son necesarios para este montón.
Van caminando sin descansar,
avanzando tranquilos como un manantial.
A paso ligero, ¿porqué apresurar?
No es lo que los mueve el viento,
su voluntad viene de aden...
What would i give
what would i give to rise,
and reach my dreams
what would i give to breathe the air
af a cold lonely mountain,
or feel the taste of the sunligt in my lips
or just to be there, under the warmth of a golden tree,
and what would i give to feel the water under my feet
what would i give?
the question shouldn't be that, for it should be: What wouldn't i give to share every morning, and every thought with hobbits, or be corrected by elves, to make my dreams como true, and be just for a second in such a nice land, where i can be, where i can break free, where all that i dream, all that i see...
OK, ke piensas de esto???
algunas cosas no kedan bien, pero bueno...
(Mensaje original de: Arien)
what would i give to rise,
and reach my dreams
what would i give to breathe the air
af a cold lonely mountain,
or feel the taste of the sunligt in my lips
or just to be there, under the warmth of a golden tree,
and what would i give to feel the water under my feet
what would i give?
the question shouldn't be that, for it should be: What wouldn't i give to share every morning, and every thought with hobbits, or be corrected by elves, to make my dreams como true, and be just for a second in such a nice land, where i can be, where i can break free, where all that i dream, all that i see...
OK, ke piensas de esto???
algunas cosas no kedan bien, pero bueno...
(Mensaje original de: Arien)