John Lennon, the poet is singing

Imagine there's no heaven/ It's easy if you try/No hell below us
Above us only sky/Imagine all the people/Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries/It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for/And no religion too
imagine all the people/ Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer/ But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us/ And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions/ I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger/ A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people/ Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer/ But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us/ And the world will live as one

It is difficult to accept, but yes, imagine that things like this, the leader of The Beatles was shot on December 8, 1980. That day, David Chapman waited patiently for John outside his home to talk to him, ask for an autograph, look studied and accepted. Actually it was measured to give the final centralazo ... in the back.

John fell there in front of Yoko, mortally wounded. Moments later, that winter night was black even before the lifeless body of John, to the extent that nobody noticed in the walk of David Chapman's chilling on two legs strutting rooster.


Before being taken to the police station, handcuffed Chapman stopped: err let's look at the crime scene before his eyes, strangely sparkling, looked the Dakota building opposite Central Park in New York, the same, which long ago a night like that, was fathered by Satan the "Rosemary's Baby."