Barrapunto

I can't believe the news today. Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long?
Cause tonight, we can be as one, tonight.

Broken bottles under children's feet, bodies strewn across the dead end street.
But I won't heed the battle call, it puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.
Sunday, bloody Sunday, Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday.

And the battle's just begun, there's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts and mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart.
Sunday, bloody Sunday, Sunday, bloody Sunday.

How long, how long must we sing this song? How long? How long?
Cause tonight, we can be as one, tonight. Tonight, tonight. Tonight, tonight. Tonight.

Wipe the tears from your eyes, wipe your tears away.
Oh, wipe your tears away, oh, wipe your tears away (Sunday, bloody Sunday).
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes (Sunday, bloody Sunday).
Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday. I'm so sick of it all.

And it's true we are immune when fact is fiction and TV reality.
And today the millions cry, we eat and drink while tomorrow they die.
The real battle just begun to claim the victory Jesus won on
Sunday, bloody Sunday. Sunday, bloody Sunday.
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Hablando de tecnologia:
Alucinante este articulo del gigante azul referenciado por slashdot que habla de como montar un linux live cd ejecutandose como salvapantallas en un windowsxp.

Me ha dejado anodadado.
Muy recomendable.

P.D: La cancion simplemente expresa los sentimientos de Bono sobre el llamado "bloody sunday" en irlanda, pero hoy la he puesto porque hay veces que ese es el sentimiento que despiertan ciertas situaciones que causan una impotencia y una tristeza tan atroz como la que se refleja en la letra.

P.D: Felices fiestas a todos los que las tengan.