The collapse of a dream
keenly passing you turn out to be your
a sponge without owner
a whistle looking
it turns out to be me
when there are two bullets on a war field
something must happen
that predicts love
head to the floor
a cloud will come or stampede of time
the eyes will come, something was always necessary
and it was not because you had white ties
on the skin
you had price since yesterday
you were worth four fists of the law
your sitting on fear
sitting on the fear of running
a good girl
of decent house can not leave
what people would say on Sunday at mass
if they know about you
what friends would say
the old neighbors who come here
who would say the windows his mother and his sister
and all the centuries of Spanish colonialism
that they have not done you in vain
what would God say
If you love without the church and without the law
God whom you already surrendered in communion
God who makes the souls of children eternal
that destroyed the bombs and the napalm
the collapse of a dream
something found happening
you turn out to be your
a sponge without owner a whistle looking
you turn out to be me
you look for love with rings and signed papers
and when you stop loving
keep children in mind
Do not leave your husband or a good house
and if they do not resist the serruchen the goods
You have the right also because you.
you had white ribbons on the skin
you had price since yesterday
you were worth four fists of the law
your sitting on fear
sitting on fear
to run .....
Only among all we can make this a better place :)