Friday, August 8, 2008

Milena Velba Para Baixar

TWO THOUSAND EIGHT EIGHT EIGHT

Because God is looking down on me today,
'm just a man, I'm just a word, I'm just a voice.
For God today in your eyes I can not run,
do you hear from me, what words I write.
touch my intellect with your hand, touch my heart with your finger;
never been able to feel so much, wanting to write much.
Today is not a normal day with a sunrise,
Today is a day where the sun was born in the west.
What a great surprise to see the delicacy shadowed by slavery,
It's like watching a play monks murderers of the Olympics.
'm just a man with a word and a voice,
But I'm the man with the word and the voice I hear.
I can not hypnotize me with a faint Paz,
can not escape the sound of a shackle of five rings.
God can not find the words they hear and address,
And although I have no fear of raising my voice today,
I ask you bring your attention and love to my brothers of a forgotten Tibet. They have hearts
fearless, fearless souls, but you need
Protects your flesh and your body and save the hearts of those who oppress them. Prevents
my mouth out two thousand and eight curses per hour,
That each teardrop become a step towards freedom.
takes their eyes to your words to live them, love them do
and freedom legacy of inheritance.
If these are not the words and the voice you wanted to hear,
So today I woke up under a sky that do not belong,
On a floor that I can no longer pressed. Living in an era
playing the Olympics without freedom,
Waiting the night and early morning to invade my peace,
To invade my dreams and wake up in the same despair,
In sad and dark years in which your son lived on this earth.
not regret for a moment aguarme the party in Beijing,
I deeply regret is not holding together in freedom.
José Antonio OL

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