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couple of years left this world one of the great voices that have been given the Latin American folklore, I mean Mercedes Sosa, a professional singer, as she describes herself and not a singer as some called it, the difference in his own words; "Singer is the singer who can and should." Voice Male revolutionary rebel blood in their musical productions honored to land America, Violeta Parra, and María Elena Walsh, the latter Argentina also outstanding artist who left this world less than a month ago.

My love and my respect for two great women, who made life a poem, a cry of protest, a nanny, a caress, a whisper a song.

And as I said Victor Jara; "Singing has always been brave new song"

As The Locust

So many times I killed so many times I died,

rising but I am here.

Unfortunately I thank the hand and dagger,

because it killed me so bad, and kept singing.

Singing in the sun like the cicada, after a year under the earth,

like survivor who returns from war.

So many times I deleted, so many disappeared,

my own funeral was alone and crying.

I made a knot in the scarf, but I forgot after

that was not only time and continued singing.

Singing in the sun like the cicada, after a year under the earth,

like survivor who returns from war.

many times you were killed, many resurrected

spend many nights getting desperate.

And when the wreck and the darkness

rescue someone, to go singing.

Singing in the sun like the cicada, after a year under the earth,

like survivor who returns from war.

Serenade To Earth One of

Why hurt me if I stay

but I die if I go.

For all and yet

my love, I want to live in you.

vidala By your decency

and your sun scandal.

For your summer with jasmine

my love, I want to live in you.

Because the language of childhood

is a secret between the two.

For you gave repair

the uprooting of my heart.

For your old rebellions

and age of your pain.

For your endless hope

my love, I want to live in you.

For guitar sembrarte

to take care of each flower.

And you hate to punish

my love, I want to live in you.

Because the language of childhood

is a secret between both.

For you gave repair

the uprooting of my heart.

Why hurt me if I stay

but I die if I go.

For all and yet

my love, I want to live in you.

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