Imagine -Jhon Lenon 1971

Imagine -Jhon Lenon 1971

Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
And no Hell below us
Above us only sky

Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no country
It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
Maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no posessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
Or Brotherhood of Man

Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one

And maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
Maybe someday you will join us
And the world will be as one...

Chuck Berry en Johnny B Goode 1958

Chuck Berry en Johnny B Goode

Deep down louisiana close to new orleans
way back up in the woods among the evergreens
there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
where lived a country boy named johnny b. goode
who never ever learned to read or write so well
but he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
johnny b. goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
oh, the engineerswould see him sitting in the shade
strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
people passing by they would stop and say
oh my that little country boy could play
Go go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
go johnny go
go
johnny b. goode
His mother told him "someday you will be a man,
and you will be the leader of a big old band.
many people coming from miles around
to hear you play your music when the sun go down
maybe someday your name will be in lights
saying johnny b. goode tonight."
Go go
go johnny go
go go go johnny go
go go go johnny go
go go go johnny go
go
johnny b. goode

En lo profundo de Louisiana, cerca de Nueva Orleans.
En el camino de vuelta, entre los árboles de hoja perenne,
hay una cabaña hecha de tierra y madera,
donde vive un chico de pueblo llamado Johnny B. Good
que nunca en su vida aprendió a leer y a escribir,
pero que podría tocar la guitarra como quien toca una campana.

Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Johnny B. Good.

Solía llevar su guitarra en la funda de una escopeta,
o se sentaba bajo un árbol al lado de la vía del tren.
Oh, un maquinista lo podría ver sentado ahí en la sombra,
rasgueando al ritmo que marcaban con sus trenes.
La gente pasaba y paraba para decir:
"Oh, Dios mío, ¿pero éste pequeño chico de pueblo puede tocar?"

Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Johnny B. Good.

Su madre le dijo una vez que algún día se haría un hombre.
Y que sería el líder de una gran banda.
Gente viniendo de muchas millas a la redonda
para oirte tocar tu música hasta que el sol se ponga.
Quizá algún día tu nombre se encienda
diciendo "Johnny B. Good ésta noche".

Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Venga, Johnny, venga.
Johnny B. Good. 

Seismo en China

     China. 14 de abril de 2010. Cerca de 3.000 muertos en un terremoto de magnitud 6,9 en la provincia de Qinghai, al noroeste del país.