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La Pequeña Muerte

No nos da risa el amor cuando llega a lo más hondo de su viaje, a lo más alto de su vuelo: en lo más hondo, en lo más alto, nos arranca gemidos y quejidos, voces del dolor, aunque sea jubiloso dolor, lo que pensándolo bien nada tiene de raro, porque nacer es una alegría que duele.
Pequeña Muerte, llaman en Francia a la culminación del abrazo, que rompiéndonos nos junta y perdiéndonos nos encuentra y acabándonos nos empieza.
Pequeña Muerte, la llaman; pero grande,
muy grande ha de ser, si matándonos nos nace.
 

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More Than You Take

A single voice is joined by multitudes in song,
With every verse they're finding harmonies
That rise to Heaven sure and strong.
Richer and richer the soil on which they thrive,
and higher a hymn of what it means to be alive
 
You've got to give a little more than you take,
You've got to leave a little more than was here,
You maybe prideful of the strides you will make,
But keep one thing clear,
You're just a player in a much bigger plan,
And still you have to give it all that you can,
The very measure of your soul is at stake,
You've got to give a little more than you take,
 
The seasons fly, a man stands where a boy once stood,
His path unfolds and unafraid he walks
in service of a greater good,
Deeper and deeper the lessons he has known,
Over and over the message he is surely being shown
 
You've got to give a little more than you take,
You've got to leave a little more than was here,
You maybe prideful of the strides you will make,
But keep one thing clear,
You're just a player in a much bigger plan,
And still you have to give it all that you can,
 
The very measure of your soul is at stake,
You've got to give a little more than you take.
 

There's a village in the making

There's a village in the making
For the hungry and oppressed
For the helpless and the dying
The uncared-for and unblessed
It's for those whose lives are battered
But who keep on living on
It's for those whose dreams are shattered
But who keep on dreaming on
 
There's a village in the making
For the silent and the silenced
The unlettered and the nameless
The disabled and displaced
One may speak in ones and zeroes
Or in signs and muted calls
Yet the language of the heart
Is the mother tongue of all
 
There's a village in the making
A community of friends
Who refuse to yield their hope
to the sirens of despair
There's a village in the making
It's no dungeon in the air
Come together and in friendship
Build this village of our dreams
 
There's a village in the making
For humanity in pain
Where the sun is source of healing
And no acid stains the rain
It's the home for all the homeless
The forsaken and forlorn
It's for people of all ages
And the children yet unborn
 
There's a village in the making
From the ruins of our greed
It's for people of all color
Of all gender and all creed
For the flora and the fauna
And the future of us all
For the child that dwells in each of us
And the friend we have in all.
 
Dream on...
 

A Rose for Emily

The summer is here at last
The sky is overcast
And no one brings a rose for Emily
 
She watches her flowers grow
While lovers come and go
To give each other roses from her tree
But not a rose for Emily
 
Emily, can't you see
There's nothing you can do?
There's loving everywhere
But none for you
 
Her roses are fading now
She keeps her pride somehow
That's all she has protecting her from pain
 
And as the years go by
She will grow old and die
The roses in her garden fade away
Not one left for her grave
Not a rose for Emily
 
Emily, can't you see
There's nothing you can do?
There's loving everywhere
But none for you
 
Her roses are fading now
She keeps her pride somehow
That's all she has protecting her from pain
 
And as the years go by
She will grow old and die
The roses in her garden fade away
Not one left for her grave
Not a rose for Emily
 

De México a Buenos Aires

Soy viajante y soñador de caminos y del mar,
voy en busca del amor en un lugar sin igual.
 
Voy recorriendo América, la tierra de mis sueños,
mujeres de ojos negros me van a enamorar.
Suenan las melodías de mariachis hasta el alba,
susurran las guitarras canciones de un ayer.
 
Al llegar a Buenos Aires en el canto de Gardel,
¿quién me guiará los pasos y me lleve a ti, mujer?
De México a Buenos Aires diferente es la mujer.
No encuentras en el mundo esa forma de querer.
 
Voy recorriendo América, la tierra de mis sueños,
mujeres de ojos negros me van a enamorar.
Suenan las melodías de mariachis hasta el alba,
susurran las guitarras canciones de un ayer.
 
El aroma de las flores es perfume en su piel,
La dulzura de sus besos en mis labios guardaré.
De México a Buenos Aires diferente es la mujer,
los rasgos de su tierra embrujan al querer.
 
De México a Buenos Aires diferente es la mujer,
marcadas por su tierra te embrujan al querer.