South's Sun
Sol-dier
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Not the Mandalorian
Or
The Guatedorian
O
El Guatemalteco
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The Mandalorian - Ending Credits Theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0ZW3UCtWeI
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The Mandalorian | The Child
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rcn36Sle3kQ
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The Mandalorian finds Baby Yoda and remembers Death Watch [4K]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjAMC9a-tSI
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Bueno…….
Ya vino su Papayas para salvar el dia.
Y Ahí que lo miran a uno todo mal empaquetado,
Pero por hablar español, y ser latino,
Y 20% chocochavo, no significa que no merezca tener una oportunidad
De desarrollarme en la vida y madurar,
Tampoco significa, que por nacer guatemalteco, tengo menos derecho, que las personas,
Norteamericanas o europeas de obtener una vida digna y humana.
No significa. Que la finalidad y el ultimo destino de un guatemalteco,
Es Ser empleado en una maquila de diseño digital, trabajando,
Para corporaciones canadienses.
Ni significa ser rechazado o explotado por China, o India,
por ser visto nada mas como una raza de mano de obra barata.
El ser guatemalteco, significa que tengo el derecho,
De recibir la misma educacion, los mismos privilegios,
Y el derecho justo, de ser tratado con respeto,
Como debe ser exigido por todos los seres humanos,
El ser guatemalteco, no signifca que debo cerrar la boca,
Y callar mi voz interior, porque todos los demas en la habitacion,
Exigen que solo se hable el idioma ingles.
Para todos los del Norte,
Les dedico esta ultima cancion….
Ricardo Arjona - Circo Soledad EN VIVO - Si el Norte fuera el Sur - Episodio 14 de 24
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCxa1UYdGwE
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Ricardo Arjona - Si el Norte fuera el Sur (Video Oficial)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qEqXcW_voM
https://genius.com/Ricardo-arjona-si-el-norte-fuera-el-sur-lyrics
El Norte y sus McDonald's basketball y rock'n roll
Sus topless sus Madonas y el abdomen de Stallone
Intelectuales del bronceado, eruditos del supermercado
Tienen todo pero nada lo han pagado
Con 18 eres un niño para un trago en algun bar
Pero ya eres todo un hombre pa' la guerra y pa' matar
Viva Vietnam y que viva Forrest Gump
Viva Wall Street y al carajo Donald Trump
Viva el Seven Eleven
Polvean su nariz y usan jeringa en los bolsillos
Viajan con marihuana para entender la situacion
De este juez del planeta que lanza una invitacion
Cortaselo a tu marido y ganaras reputacion
Las barras y las estrellas se adueñan de mi bandera
Y nuestra libertad no es otra cosa que una ramera
Y si la deuda externa nos robo la primavera
Al diablo la geografia se acabaron las fronteras
Si el Norte fuera el Sur
Serian los Sioux los marjinados
Ser moreno y chaparrito seria el look mas cotizado
Marcos seria el Rambo Mexicano
Y Cindy Crawford la Menchu de mis paisanos
Reagan seria Somoza
Fidel seria un atleta corriendo bolsas por Wall Street
Y el Che haria hamburguesas al estilo double meat
Los Yankees de mojados a Tijuana
Y las balsas de Miami a la Habana, si el Norte fuera el Sur
Seriamos igual o tal vez un poco peor
Con las Malvinas por Groenlandia
Y en Guatemala un Disneylandia
Y un Simon Bolivar rompiendo su secreto
Ahi les va el 187, fuera los Yankees por decreto
Las barras y las estrellas se adueñan de mi bandera
Y nuestra libertad no es otra cosa que una ramera
Y si la deuda externa nos robo la primavera
Al diablo la geografia se acabaron las fronteras
Si el Norte fuera el Sur, seria la misma porqueria
Yo cantaria un rap y esta cancion no existiria
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The North, its McDonald's, basketball, and rock and roll
Their topless, Their Madonnas and Stallone's abdomen
Tan intellectuals, supermarket scholars
They have everything, but they have paid nothing
At 18 you are a child to have a drink in some bar
But you're already a man for war and for killing
Long live Vietnam and long live Forrest Gump!
Long live Wall Street and to hell with Donald Trump,
Long live Seven Eleven
They powder their nose and use a syringe in their pockets.
They travel with marijuana to understand the situation.
From this judge of the planet who throws an invitation.
Cut your husband and you will gain reputation
The stars and stripes take over my flag
And our freedom is nothing but a whore
And if the foreign debt stole our spring
To hell with geography, borders are over
If the north were the south
The Sioux would be the outcasts
Being dark and short would be the most wanted look
Marcos would be the Mexican Rambo
And Cindy Crawford, the Menchu of my compatriots
Reagan would be Somoza
Fidel would be an athlete running bags on Wall Street
And Che would make double beef burgers
The Yankees would be wetbacks to Tijuana
And the rafts from Miami to Havana,
if the north were the south
We would be the same or maybe a little worse
With the Falklands for Greenland
And in Guatemala a Disneyland
And a Simón Bolívar breaking his secret.
There goes 187, out of the Yankees by decree
The stars and stripes take over my flag
And our freedom is nothing but a whore
And if the foreign debt stole our spring
To hell with geography, borders are over
If the North were the South, it would be the same *garbage
I'd sing a rap and this song wouldn't exist
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…por cierto…
Recuerda todo eso,
Y que un Guatemalteco,
Va a ser Solid Snake
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Isaac
Oscar Isaac, actor de Star Wars, saluda a Guatemala | Prensa Libre
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QB4IYHJPjak
Tan solo un par de señales que dicen que el año 21
Se va sentir como cumplir dieciséis.
Uyyyy en tu cariñosa jooven……
Pero igual me vale veinte,
Que se pierdan los que se quieran perder
Pudranse los que se quieran pudrir,
Y que vivan los que quieran vivir.
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But even as he spoke the words,
for a moment he lost his balance.
As a gust of wind smacked into him,
rocking him to the right and driving him to the left.
He managed to keep his balance,
and the words on the page became insistent,
snatching away his thoughts to command him,
like a public school drill sergeant with a whip,
who hadn't slept in over a week.
Even if he leaned closer,
yet the words didn't change.
In the rapture of reading,
He felt the impact of every word,
to the core of his being.
Yet the words remained the same.
how did I miss this?
"I have written some really amazing things,
"but this is going to be the last one, I think."
but don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how to be
I am so tired of living, but I don't know how to die.
I don't think I've lived a fullfilled life.
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Life is a very confusing thing.
if I could just die now, then everything would be alright.
I'm not worried about whether I'll be remembered,
but rather who I'll be remembered by.
while I've got a few years left in me,
at least be able to say I was a kind human being.
the gods are supposed to be watching over us.
they're supposed to care.
You don't know why life is happening to you.
You just hope you can cope with it.
a little pain is a small price to pay,
if you're still alive to see the sunrise.
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