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Míralo 6/2/01 ¡Míralo! ¿Vez como sonríe? El pobre desconoce lo que su corazón le pide. Escucha su risa; simpática y explosiva, contagiosa pero penosa. Tanto carece en su vida. Fíjate en sus ojos como danzan, musicales y alegres, engañada miel dorada; cree que gana, y solo pierde. No se lo trates de decir, él solo busca en su vivir, proteger su libertad, en cadenas de soledad. Sigue sus pasos alentados. No dejando huellas su pasado. Ligeramente pisa el suelo para olvidar; lo que nunca ha amado Y en su prisa por vivir, en su afán de no sentir, ha olvidado en su pasado su corazón que a sepultado. Observa bien su fortaleza, llena su alma con dureza, y destruye la oportunidad, de su corazón poder entregar. Míralo bajo su tenue luz juvenil, alumbra solo caminos por venir. Pobre; se esconde de pensar, que algún día la débil luz no mas le ha de alumbrar. Sabe de todo y poco sabe, ya que ignora lo más importante; No es sin huellas el mundo caminar, si no aprender ser amado y saber amar. ¡Míralo! Y escucha su canto de libertad Como tierra fértil sin semilla Jamás frutos logrará. Su canto es fuerte para su pena omitir. Su copa llena para su vida no concebir. Sus pisadas ligeras para no dejar huellas. Sus sonrisas frecuentes, pero no sinceras. Disfraza su llanto de soledad con fuerza que es solo debilidad. Y se libera dentro de su prisión forjada con barras de miedo y desilusión.
Look
at Him (translated from Spanish) 6/2/01 Look
at him, See how he laughs? Poor
one that is unaware Of
what his heart asks. Listen
to his laughter, amusing
and explosive, So
much is lacking in his life. Look
in his eyes, see how they dance, Musical
and joyful. Deceived
golden honey And
when he wins, more he looses. Don't
try to tell him, He
seeks only in his living, To
protect his freedom, In
chains of solitude. Follow
his lively steps. Not
leaving prints in his passing, Lightly
he steps on the floor To
forget what he has not loved. And
in his hurry for living, In
his eagerness to not feel, He
has forgotten in his past His
heart which he buried. Observe
well his strength, It
fills his soul with hardness, And
destroys his opportunity, To
surrender his heart. Look
at him under the subtle youthful light Lighting
up paths to what will come. Poor
one that hides at the thought, That
someday the weak light Will
no longer shine. He
knows all and knows nothing, Since
he ignores the most important. It
is not without prints that the world we should walk, But
learn to be loved and know how to love. Look
at him! And listen to his song of freedom. Like
fertile earth without seed, Never
will his fruit grow. His
song is strength for his lament to not hear. His
cup is full for his life to not feel. His
step is lively for him not to leave prints. His
smiles frequent but not sincere. He
masquerades his cry of solitude With
strength that is his weakness. And
he frees himself in his prison Forged
with bars of fear and disillusion.
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