Lima - Peru, December 8, 2009. Dear "Johnny"
was five when Mark David Chapman shot you cowards that night of December 8, 1980, later died in the ambulance in the arms of your beloved Yoko yea that everyone hated the Japanese and the hypocrites who cataloged the "ugly" as if love hath color, shape, or what not, but you represented in the tangibility of your "Real Love." Paradoxically, that ominous day in the morning, wanted to live on the radio to lavish more hope to the soul of the people. I could barely stammer
songs by The Beatles when it happened, just heard on vinyl records on home consoles in the 80s. In that context I could not know much about my childhood, I knew what it represented to me were just a hairy grunge
resembled hippies and potheads who sold leather bracelets and bangles around the main square of my city and looked at your picture as if he is a tramp of those, but when asked for you always told me you were a good man, a fighter for peace and a great singer love. I envy today's kids that you can learn in just hours and days, not have that advantage, but I think our friendship has been the most spontaneous and unexpected.
Peace? Love? What it represented to me everything because I think anything at that age, then seeing the end of an excellent film called "The Killing Fields" once again heard "Imagine" but could not find the reason why the decorating theme in order of the film, I remember I started a tear after the character Pran told his friend: "There is nothing to forgive." I began to hear from you and give response to my concern that emerged in the film, I learned that you left your old and born just sixteen your mother Julia, who taught you to love the music, died in an accident. These episodes we sang it with "Julia" from the "White Album" and "Mother" in solo, you had a hard life, but learned to give great affection, because all we need is just that: love.
I imagine in those "strawberry fields forever" and in the streets of Liverpool, flying as "free bird" to the sound of a ukulele, embracing intensely musical notes, drawing and writing poems, and growing up and emerged from a nest of ruthless circumstances be a child of the Great War and apparently it bother you because your middle name was Winston Churchill in honor of the belligerent.
And so, within that world of musical explorations as the Rock was not consolidated, you met Paul, George and then on the verge of madness joined the great Ringo, Beatlemania erupted as the foam a bottle of champagne drunk overloaded with sweet illusions of youth, the Beatles gave us beautiful jewelry with every song. But all those "twists and shouts" began to be challenged by your genius and propose lock you in a studio and make music, "Beatle" without the malicious paraphernalia from touring and the fans watching.
That changed the Rock And Roll, prior to Rubber Soul, and announced that maelstrom of talent in which interact seamlessly with your great friends, but with Sgt Pepper's forward Popular Rock music was universal and transcended in time "across the universe", "here there and everywhere." After "Pepper" in the Rock, everything was different.
Today I have mixed feelings, it hurts losing you, any more than you know, singing more songs, died the possibility of hearing the Beatles together again, despite your categorical response to a reporter's question about when you meet: "When you return to school," answered. What a stupid results. I am always amused that while anger irreverent response.
not you who broke up the dreams of those who still admire you, I always travel kaleidoscopic hallucinate you playing with "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds."
was five when Mark David Chapman shot you cowards that night of December 8, 1980, later died in the ambulance in the arms of your beloved Yoko yea that everyone hated the Japanese and the hypocrites who cataloged the "ugly" as if love hath color, shape, or what not, but you represented in the tangibility of your "Real Love." Paradoxically, that ominous day in the morning, wanted to live on the radio to lavish more hope to the soul of the people. I could barely stammer
songs by The Beatles when it happened, just heard on vinyl records on home consoles in the 80s. In that context I could not know much about my childhood, I knew what it represented to me were just a hairy grunge
resembled hippies and potheads who sold leather bracelets and bangles around the main square of my city and looked at your picture as if he is a tramp of those, but when asked for you always told me you were a good man, a fighter for peace and a great singer love. I envy today's kids that you can learn in just hours and days, not have that advantage, but I think our friendship has been the most spontaneous and unexpected. Peace? Love? What it represented to me everything because I think anything at that age, then seeing the end of an excellent film called "The Killing Fields" once again heard "Imagine" but could not find the reason why the decorating theme in order of the film, I remember I started a tear after the character Pran told his friend: "There is nothing to forgive." I began to hear from you and give response to my concern that emerged in the film, I learned that you left your old and born just sixteen your mother Julia, who taught you to love the music, died in an accident. These episodes we sang it with "Julia" from the "White Album" and "Mother" in solo, you had a hard life, but learned to give great affection, because all we need is just that: love.
I imagine in those "strawberry fields forever" and in the streets of Liverpool, flying as "free bird" to the sound of a ukulele, embracing intensely musical notes, drawing and writing poems, and growing up and emerged from a nest of ruthless circumstances be a child of the Great War and apparently it bother you because your middle name was Winston Churchill in honor of the belligerent. And so, within that world of musical explorations as the Rock was not consolidated, you met Paul, George and then on the verge of madness joined the great Ringo, Beatlemania erupted as the foam a bottle of champagne drunk overloaded with sweet illusions of youth, the Beatles gave us beautiful jewelry with every song. But all those "twists and shouts" began to be challenged by your genius and propose lock you in a studio and make music, "Beatle" without the malicious paraphernalia from touring and the fans watching.
That changed the Rock And Roll, prior to Rubber Soul, and announced that maelstrom of talent in which interact seamlessly with your great friends, but with Sgt Pepper's forward Popular Rock music was universal and transcended in time "across the universe", "here there and everywhere." After "Pepper" in the Rock, everything was different. Today I have mixed feelings, it hurts losing you, any more than you know, singing more songs, died the possibility of hearing the Beatles together again, despite your categorical response to a reporter's question about when you meet: "When you return to school," answered. What a stupid results. I am always amused that while anger irreverent response.
not you who broke up the dreams of those who still admire you, I always travel kaleidoscopic hallucinate you playing with "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds."
What ended the dream was not your song "God" or the saturation of ten hard years (without previous count since 1957) of harassment by fans, journalists, sycophants and all the burdens being a Beatle, which ended that dream was five fucking 
bullets buried in your body that night in Manhattan, the violence that humans disturbing media abjectly down your mind and heart by thanatological complexion of our existence and our ambivalent dissonance between light and darkness, which sank the dream was fucked up and twisted our humanity; " you tell me I'm a dreamer, but I am not alone "and many long for this" revolution "of love you preach without being a snobbish as today. You were a child, young rebel, artist, father, a genius and today beating death are a great icon immortal humanity: not finished with your soul.
Although not felt more than curious when I heard a young age that I had killed every December 8 to ask "Mother Mary" by Paul on "Let It Be" to sing with you and your mother Julia that beautiful song " Woman "with George on guitar, is my hallucination. Your millions of friends in the world and miss you beatlemaniacs of new generations, will make their own way, they were, are and will remain for always loved my dear Johnny.
bullets buried in your body that night in Manhattan, the violence that humans disturbing media abjectly down your mind and heart by thanatological complexion of our existence and our ambivalent dissonance between light and darkness, which sank the dream was fucked up and twisted our humanity; " you tell me I'm a dreamer, but I am not alone "and many long for this" revolution "of love you preach without being a snobbish as today. You were a child, young rebel, artist, father, a genius and today beating death are a great icon immortal humanity: not finished with your soul. Although not felt more than curious when I heard a young age that I had killed every December 8 to ask "Mother Mary" by Paul on "Let It Be" to sing with you and your mother Julia that beautiful song " Woman "with George on guitar, is my hallucination. Your millions of friends in the world and miss you beatlemaniacs of new generations, will make their own way, they were, are and will remain for always loved my dear Johnny.
You were really brave, hiding in your hard struggle extravagance for a better world, we never sang a heavily armed thugs to kill foot and foreign children so they call you "The King" not'd defrauded us, ever.
want to tell you that thanks to the digital age your discs have been remastered and put on sale on 9/9/9, also we have to settle for a video game called "The Beatles Rock Band" to play with the Beatles, I suppose who'd fought with Paul on this, but it is crazy and funny all this, I really would have liked because you do not have to run over or shoot anyone.
Although I could never go to a concert of yours, or touch, or ask for an autograph, while
walked without a bodyguard, I hope "A Day in the Life" or else it can do and where you want to please you send a message to Paul suggested to include Peru in their last tour end of the race, it still yearns to hoard some of the Beatles and we sing "Hey Jude" was inspired by your older son Julian, do not think that what I say bother you right? In the end they were always great friends and I know you have forgiven your pissed bad times, "it's easy if you try. "
want to tell you that thanks to the digital age your discs have been remastered and put on sale on 9/9/9, also we have to settle for a video game called "The Beatles Rock Band" to play with the Beatles, I suppose who'd fought with Paul on this, but it is crazy and funny all this, I really would have liked because you do not have to run over or shoot anyone.
Although I could never go to a concert of yours, or touch, or ask for an autograph, while
walked without a bodyguard, I hope "A Day in the Life" or else it can do and where you want to please you send a message to Paul suggested to include Peru in their last tour end of the race, it still yearns to hoard some of the Beatles and we sing "Hey Jude" was inspired by your older son Julian, do not think that what I say bother you right? In the end they were always great friends and I know you have forgiven your pissed bad times, "it's easy if you try. " Johnny I must leave because" life is what is happening to you as you prepare to make other plans "but first say thanks for all your beautiful lyrics, from the testimony of your life , to be forever young and struggling, as a Beatle and a world citizen in every sense of the word. I do learned a lot "just as if we start again" in my "mind games" live with the hope that I as in humans for your eternal melodies.
A hug and do not forget us never forget you, we expect the move.
A hug and do not forget us never forget you, we expect the move.
"The bird has flown"
"I've always considered my work as a piece and I think it will not be finished until dead and buried and I hope that's a long, long time "
(RKO Radio Interview on the day of his death)
"How can I Give Love When Love is Something I Is not Never Had?"
How? John Lennon, 1940 - 1980
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