TRIBUTE TO WOMEN

Weep with envy who saw you,
Equating man in his adventure,
Do what he did, no matter what in this life.
Mourn those you loved, because they never understood your message.
If the owner of this world, the Queen Mother.
Because now you can cry,
Imposing your thoughts, discuss their occurrences,
Being equal and with restraint.
In your wisdom and life depends and millions of them.
You'll be the judge of injustice, who committed so many men.
You will have the wisdom of a mother,
At the right time you touch.
You will be mourned by your children and your husband,
I admire those who hated you,
I surrender cults exegetes of the past,
Shall tears on the faces of the gods.
Because you won there, in a thousand ways,
You have been a mother, father and life.
Woman thousand resources.

     JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

LIFE FIGHT

I was not born to be indifferent,
By abuse of twisted souls,
I will fight hard for my life,
And for the life of those who have loved me,
I will be thinking pen also
The sword to the proud,
I will try to speak to that attack me,
Razonaremos together if possible,
But think not convince me,
From a life wrong
I want to always be in the fight,
But looking at the future for all,
Because I was not born to be a slave,
Neither lackey altered minds,
I'll be as good with the pen,
As well lit sword.
In the heat of battle, of life,
I will try to bring wisdom,
With the years of experience already lived,
Not only that friend fails, you need to measure and
The joy of knowing that together we can still,
Reversing this story repeated.
JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

A NIGHT'S DREAM

Today I want to ask, the dream I've had '
You were in my way or was only illusion,
You took me by sidewalks, hallways and attics,
You looked for catches, landings and stairs,
Remember the Night agitated, tense, passionate.
That dream I had, when I wake.
It was a fantasy of love and lust,
Breathy sighs, love red hot,
Beats desperate increased their pace,
But it was all a dream, a dream around,
I do not remember your face, only your flesh,
Your raven hair below your shoulders.
Your bulky body, in the moonlight,
Chiseled, perfect for a Greek goddess of love.
It was just a dream, of my twisted mind,
Or remembered a past of some distant love.
I would like to see your face, remember who he was,
Me out this thorn, hiso I hurt,
It was just a moment in a rough night,
They went through my mind the memory of that love.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

MY BROTHERS

I will walk the streets of my town,
In search of peace so desired,
I will seek the wrong brother,
That they both lied,
At that promised much, and never gave it.
I'll find my brother on this earth,
We explain that we were wrong,
I'll try to love again
Without rancor or hatred of the past,
I'll give you my hand and hope
From a full life without lies,
I'll tell you own your life,
While others think otherwise
That freedom is the fondest dream,
A man and his destiny.
Today I look for my brother,
Because the dream is in peril,
Do not take off my arm,
My brother.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA

ARGENTINA


Mother Earth, how many dreams deferred.
Much evil implanted in your womb
You were promised the world, promised land of other
No one could or you could not with the other,
Sos earth flag and dreams alone can not clear
No arms, no justice mind and dreams will be fulfilled
The enemy is not outside, it was always in your gut
Not the fault of outsiders, it's our fault
You gave us all climates, we brindaste your wealth
Just missing the mind, and organize all this,
You had bronze heroes, then came sludge
Along with them came the greed and reluctance
Each in his garden and a wall covered
He became blind and mute by fear and ignorance
The people you blankets, one day lost hope
They settled saviors of dubious path, you lied
And for the people blasphemed all, never knew
Even, give a minimal response, if only
I love my beautiful land.
They took advantage of you, with various utopias,
Never thought, never what you were cute earth.
Passed warlords who thought they were your own,
Never even looked at everything Mother Earth is yours.
Passed revolutions, democracies and totalitarianism
On behalf of the people all wanted the same thing
Save the abuse happened and its people,
Lying land is mine, just wanted to fuck
On behalf of oligarchy, you often bled
Then installed poverty as the cause of all evils,
Also she bled, has lost many children
In this class struggle, but all in vain
Because the truth is another, only if your children study
They can take care of my land.

        JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA