Nobody chooses his family or his race when he is born;
nor being rich, poor, good, bad, brave or cowardly.
We are born of a decision where we were not consulted.
and nobody can promise us, results.
When we are born we do not know, not even our name
nor what our path will be, nor what the future hides.
Between the baptism and the burial, each one makes a path.
and with its decisions, a destiny.
We are one deck more than one game that another has begun,
and each one will bet according to the hand that he has inherited.
Life is a door where they do not charge you for entry,
and the soul is the picket that when you live scratches you when you pay.
At each step you create a footprint, and each footprint is a story,
and every yesterday is a star, in the sky of memory.
In the tide of time brings and brings our contradictions
and between return and farewell, the mistakes heal.
And each friend is the family that we choose between the years,
and between waiting and meeting one learns over the years
That only to the conscience, our spirit responds
and that it is one thing to be a man, and another thing to be a man.
Nobody chooses his family or his race when he is born;
nor being good, bad, cute, ugly, innocent or guilty.
From birth to death, all life is a slope
the answer depends on our will.
I dream of a different world,
Where our love never went out.
Where we never discard the reason of others,
Where we never forget to shake hands, to whom?
who has been left behind ...
I dream of a different world,
Where our love never went out.
Celebrate our land better than when we entered it
As the affection shows, with the hope of the child, clarito like the summer
I dream of a different world,
Where our love never went out.
The white bones of a dead person can be of any race.
If death does not discriminate, then life does not either.
Fight for a different world,
Where our love never went out.
Where what you say, think, do, feel, give you happiness.
Without your joy is based on the evil of others.
Fight for a different world,
Where our love never went out.
This truth is very simple, even a child knows it
If there was never a rhythm in your life, there will be no key in your death.
Ole, you, you ...
Pure Life...
pure Life...
pure Life...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)