martes, 8 de septiembre de 2009

martes, 28 de julio de 2009


Mi historia en Rayuela fue cuando mi papá me mostró el colegio y me gusto por la técnica que tienen.
Lenny me dijo: -bienvenido-

La primer clase no es que me hayan recibido muy bien que digamos pero me recibieron que eso es lo importante,pero tuve algunos problemas con majo y Juan Diego ya en el segundo periodo ya no tenia tantos problemas, en tercer periodo Juan Diego se había ido a España

martes, 28 de abril de 2009

one of us

Joan Osborne - One Of Us
If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets

And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
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martes, 17 de marzo de 2009

el dia de tu santo

EL DÍA DE TU SANTO

El día de tu santo
te hicieron regalos muy valiosos:
un perfume extranjero, una sortija,
un lapicero de oro, unos patines,
unos tenis Nike y una bicicleta.
Yo solamente te pude traer,
En una caja antigua de color rapé,
un montón de semillas de naranjo,
de pino, de cedro, de araucaria,
de bellísima, de caobo y de amarillo.
Esas semillas son pacientes
y esperan su lugar y su tiempo.
Yo no tenía dinero para comprarte algo lujoso.
Yo simplemente quise regalarte un bosque
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