Yo no quiero un amor civilizado,
con recibos y escena del sofá;
yo no quiero que viajes al pasado
y vuelvas del mercado
con ganas de llorar.
Yo no quiero vecínas con pucheros;
yo no quiero sembrar ni compartir;
yo no quiero catorce de febrero
ni cumpleaños feliz.
Yo no quiero cargar con tus maletas;
yo no quiero que elijas mi champú;
yo no quiero mudarme de planeta,
cortarme la coleta,
brindar a tu salud.
Yo no quiero domingos por la tarde;
yo no quiero columpio en el jardin;
lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde,
es que mueras por mí.
On January 21 2010
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peace_on_earth
War is the plague that human beings bring upon themselves. It is also a plague we might be able to end. On any given day since you and I were born, some part of the world has been at war–in 2003 the total number of open conflicts was thirty. In the twentieth century at least 108 million people died in wars. Of the 20 largest military budgets on earth, 14 belong to developing countries. The United States spends more on its military than the next 16 countries combined
