WITHOUT a TRACE

Jack Malone y su equipo están en Londres para darnos una manito, tratando de ubicar a algunos chicos de los cuales tenemos pocos datos de su paradero. Toda información es bienvenida. Para empezar fueron vistos por última vez abordando un avión en Carrasco para volar a Londres el pasado 31 de enero ...


Aca va un ejemplo de tan denodada tarea:

"LO ENCONTRAMOS EN UNA!!!!!!!!!." (Pilar - mamá de Rodrigo Laurino)

" Aqui va foto en la que esta la desaparecida" - Alicia (mamá de Agustina Medina)

ULTIMAS FOTOS / ULTIMAS FOTOS / ULTIMAS FOTOS /

15/02/09

Aporte: Rossana Sapiro

STREETS OF LONDON

... let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London, I'll show you something, to make you change your mind ...

Streets of London (Ralph McTell)

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me
you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through
the streets of London
I'll show you something
to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?

She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me
you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through
the streets of London
I'll show you something
to make you change your mind

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me
you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through
the streets of London
I'll show you something
to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman's Mission
Memory fading with the medal
ribbons that he wears
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care

So how can you tell me
you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through
the streets of London
I'll show you something
to make you change your mind