martes, 18 de agosto de 2015

Old outfit, new generation.

We wish we were from the 80's
we listen to their music
more than we care about 40 charts.
We wish we had lived Woodstock
we would prefer to peace out
than to talk on the mobile phone.
We wish we made the rules for our own good
we see life as our enemy but
not more than people used to.
We are a new generation
trying to figure out how
to love,  to see, to talk and to live
just as we are supposed to.
But we won't. We won't listen, we'll keep fighting. We'll keep bleeding.
We'll keep being ourselves.

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