Comunicación

Back in fifth grade
I loved to write
My stories at school
Made me stand out

I was quite the artist
With a bright future ahead
The teacher asked, what do you want to do?
A writer and poet, what other path could I choose?

When I was in fifth year
I loved to paint, did theater, piano, singing, dance, and jazz
I had a fire inside, a special spark
The mystery was what I would study

My dad was worried, paid for a career test
Oh! Social communication

Communication, it’s not journalism or production
We know about this, about Pierce and Verón
But don’t ask us what communication really is

Communication, we know a bit of everything but never a lot
The broadest major you could ever get
But don’t ask me what job you’ll land

Communication, I communicate my heart
Long live the art!
Get out, get out, get out, television!
Artists in the process of resignation!
Communication, communication, communication
I communicate my heart