New York, N.Y.

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If I listen” New York”
I remember a place
with a false shining face
in a hard living world.

If the sound of the song
makes you think of a feast
look inside those streets
tell me then what you saw.

Cause are only two words
that hide hunger and pain
snow, ice, wind and rain
in a dream often lost.

Don´t look ever for love
in the reign of the rich
where any shall preach
¨your dollar, your lord¨.

No matter your race,
your honor, your skin
your language, your sin
in that cool money maze.

Everything is “on sale”,
longings, fears and thrills,
fantasies, your wish:
never ending tale.

 

well ... don't lose hope. you are worth very much, as part of the greatest creation there is.

 

Yes, you are correct everything has a price and it's not always monetary.

I want to welcome you to this literary family I hope that you find it enjoyable. Greetings from the Lone State of Texas!

 

Thanks a lot from the cool North of Spain.