How slow are the hours
when there is nostalgia,
eternal nights are made far from home
it does not matter how much you are worth or how much you have
If you are not where you want
nor does the sun warm.
I have seen that very men men
they break in tears, overcome by
the longing for a kind gesture,
absent lost souls sad
landscape some sink into vices
already without courage.
South of the bravo there is a valley
where the sun laughs with people
maybe there it is? your place
there to the sea is hot there not
you die of cold there is love in people.
* puro mexico compa *
The dust of the sidewalks is footprint
old man who in his adventure
crosses winter borders that in others
times was spring, you know
where you were born, not where you stay.
South of the bravo there is a valley
where the sun laughs with people
maybe there it is? your place
there to the sea is hot there not
you die of cold there is love in people.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)