Se oyen disparos al otro lado de la pared.
El silencio y los gritos matan de miedo
las clases y los pasillos.
Una clase de niños de cinco años
mira asustada a su joven profesora.
- Esto es solo un juego. - les dice ella -
Gana quien se esconde antes. -
Con una sonrisa nerviosa en los labios
les ayuda a esconderse lo antes posible.
Victoria sabe qué está pasando,
mientras los niños corretean alrededor suyo
buscando el mejor escondite.
Se oyen disparos al otro lado de la pared.
El silencio y los gritos matan de miedo
las clases y los pasillos.
La clase ya está vacía. Todos los niños
guardan silencio dentro de los armarios y
escuchan atentos las palabras de la profesora.
- No salgáis de los armarios
hasta que no os lo diga. Ganará
quien más quieto consiga estar.
Victoria oye los pasos del asesino
acercándose a su clase por el pasillo.
Ya ha decidido qué está dispuesta a hacer.
Se oyen disparos al otro lado de la pared.
El silencio y los gritos matan de miedo
las clases y los pasillos.
Por la puerta asoma una persona
llena de pistolas y de miedo que
con cara hambrienta de amor
se ve sorprendido por Victoria.
- Estoy sola. Están en clase de gimnasia. -
Sin dudarlo un momento
se lanza hacia él.
Los niños oyen disparos y
algo que cae al suelo pero no salen
de su escondite como les dijo su joven profesora.
Se oyen disparos al otro lado de la pared.
El silencio y los gritos matan de miedo
las clases y los pasillos.
El asesino continua su camino
dejando atrás un río de sangre.
Victoria, feliz, observa, por última vez,
las puertas de los armarios
donde sus niños siguen jugando,
y cierra los ojos en paz.
Se oyen disparos al otro lado de la pared.
El silencio y los gritos matan de miedo
las clases y los pasillos.
Victoria soto
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left,
You'll do as much for me,
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.
"She's waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone,
I'll see her soon, I know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instance hand touched hand.
They said, "Aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death
through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.
Two soldiers - World gone wrong - Bob Dylan
His voice was low with pain.
"I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left,
You'll do as much for me,
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.
"She's waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone,
I'll see her soon, I know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instance hand touched hand.
They said, "Aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death
through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.
Two soldiers - World gone wrong - Bob Dylan
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