23 agosto, 2011

Hoy

Quizá sea lo habitual, y por lo tanto lo esperado,
pero me quedo ensimismado con las canciones
que oigo y percibo profundamente,
si me llegan a emocionar.
Escribir es otra cosa, más creativa,
hacia fuera, que sale por los poros.
Leer es recibir, abrir bien los ojos,
estar atento, parar.... sin pensar en el pasado
para mover solo los párpados y el globo,
ocular.

The world we created by Freddy Mercury

JUST THINK of ALL THOSE HUNGRY MOUTH we HAVE TO FEED,
TAKE a LOOK at ALL THE SUFFERING WE BREED,
SO MANY LONELY FACES SCATTERED ALL AROUND,
LOOKING FOR WHAT THEY NEED.

IS THIS THE world WE CREATED?
WHAT DID WE DO IT FOR?
IS THIS THE WORLD WE INVADED
AGAINST THE LAW?
SO IT SEEMS, IN THE END.

IS THIS WHAT WERE ALL LIVING FOR TODAY,
THE WORLD WE CREATED?
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYDAY A HELPLESS CHILD IS BORN,
WHO NEEDS SOME LOVING CARE INSIDE A HAPPY HOME.
SOMEWHERE, A WEALTHY MAN IS SITTING ON HIS THRONE,
WAITING FOR LIFE TO GO BY.

IS THIS THE WORLD WE CREATED,
WE MADE IT ON OUR OWN.
IS THIS THE WORLD WE DEVASTATED RIGHT TO THE BONE?
IF THERES A GOD IN THE SKY ,LOOKING DOWN,WHAT CAN HE THINK OF WHAT WEVE DONETO THE WORLD THAT HE CREATED?