Esto es mi sueño.

Mon, 11/18/2013 - 23:11 -- blp001

Naciste, creciste, estudiaste aquí.

Pero tu precio de ser casi americano sube cada día.

Una vida. Escogida. Pero no por ti mismo.

Es tu castigo por ser soñador.

 

You were born, you were raised, and you studied here.

But your price to be almost American rises each day.

A life. Chosen. But not for yourself.

This is your punishment for being a dreamer.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart! 

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