...A Pocas Palabras

The young don’t know they won’t be anymore. That' s why I don’t complain when in the bus no one gives me a seat And I have to stand up my whole journey. I understand them. They don’t know.  They’ll be old, one day. And they’ll remember all the old chaps they didn’t help.... They....hum.... Who knows what they’ll think! They might not even reach my age. This youth dies young. © 2012 Grecia Albornoz

You often see it pass And then, one day It's you on that white van. © 2012 Grecia Albornoz

I am your end. Your doom. A full stop. A time bomb. An endless pit. So, run. © 2012 Grecia Albornoz

Al que se le da 5 minutos, se le da 10. Al que se le da 10 minutos, se le da 15. Al que se le da 15 minutos, se le da media hora. Y al que se le da media hora, después no se quiere ir. © 2012 Grecia Albornoz

    Time's danger for those who stay still . © 2012 Grecia Albornoz