Spirit of a dragon

what melts down a sword
what kind of metal is that?
what is the battle that will turn it down to the ground?
what matter should it be made from to be taken by the warrior?

it should be strong enough to survive the blow of the dragon
there should be honor
if it wants to be taken to the battle
the dragon doesn't fly with the unworthy

not for a castle
not for gold
but for the truth
the land and the freedom

the dragon is flying
towards the tower
the enemy is larger
but his heart is fearless

the battle is going to be harsh
there will be blood
and tears
and pain
only the virtuous will stand
after all the others fall

He doesn't give up
never a surrender will come from those wings
never a breath of unfaithfulness will come from
those lungs

In a land of the unworthy
unfaithful
dishonored
the only one standing
will be the warrior
and its sword

My metal is better and stronger
And my matter is made of
the blood of the fair and the unfair
and the fine line that divides the right from the wrong

I'm not going down
Because I'm the spirit of the dragon
I hold the sword that cuts the evil
Blessed by the moon and by the burned ones

This is my land
May it carry my pieces when I fall down
May I be turned into air and water and dirt
And my memories buried in their hearts
For they will never forget
the dragon and its sword

Virginia

She

She likes coffee with water
Does her make up to go to the gym
Only drinks carbonated water with drops of lemon
and puts mustard on everything

She is a normal girl
she likes reading Teen
and the comic strips
She believes in horoscopes
But only when they foresee good things

She has bad hair days
When she wants it curly, it straights
When she wants it straight, it curlies
But her mood is always wavy

She likes talking
And smokes in secret
and then she pours perfume all over
But her parents already know

But it's ok
Because she cries in movies
and gives away her favorite shirt to that
Little girl
And her skittles to the poor man by the trash can

And there she goes
Picking up daisies
stepping on snails
walking down the aisle

She is just she
And likes writing haikus
and she likes that boy around the corner
but she already kissed her best friend

And there she goes
High school, college, work, wedding, family
But she is just she
Just so normal
Just so special
Just she.

I based this on that song "Meet Virginia" ; I was wondering what Virginia would be like in her teens, and I came up with this girl.

What can I do? What can you do?

I was wondering today (and in many other days) what I could do to help making the world a better place. Otherwise, what would I have lived for when I die?

I think I need to feel useful to feel like a real human being, like, say, to help someone or something somehow, to help me feel like making part of the real world. I don't know if I'm making myself clear... well, anyways, I am feeling so guilty today! Because now I spend a lot of time thinking on how I can help here and, don't take me wrong, I love volunteering for stuff here in the US, but what did I do for my country? Nothing. I try so hard here and I never did anything in my country.
You know, the same old story: I don't have time, and this and that.... but the truth is, I could've done something. And I didn't. I have friends who were as busy as me or even more, and they found time to dedicate themselves to something. I never did. That hurts my heart so much!

My country has so many problems....! There are tons of things that I could've done in order to help... I feel shame. It's so much easier here to do something! It seems that it is more organized... but this is even one more reason in order to help in my country! I know many people take a step, small, but they make a difference in the communities they live. I constantly think my county - what are the major problems? How did we get there? (This is a hard one that I've been trying to find an answer for and, so far, nothing popped into my mind...). How could we fix it? How could we improve? What could we, as people, as citizens, do???????

Nothing. No answer. It's like talking to God. You never hear a clear answer....

I feel like I should do something, somehow. I feel like I should move my fat ass towards something other than the fridge!
But.... what??????????????????

I'm wondering if there is anything that I could do from here, from the US... maybe with a little help from my friends there... maybe we could get involved in something together... but what????

I think about Amazonia... I think about the endangered species, which I don't even know the names... I think about our indians (or native americans)... I always liked so much indian culture....and never tried to get involved in their issues.... =((
I think about the violence - so many needy communities in the city that I so much love! What have I done to help? Nothing.
I think about those AIDS patients that I interviewed for the college newspaper (which was an important one, with a certain degree of voice, considering it to be a college news) - what have I done, personally, in order to help them, other than writing about their situation??????

Oh, man.... so much shame....

=(