Tuesday, February 7, 2006


Jimena.
Hoy comimos.
Aquí desafía a la ley de la gravedad para verter sin derramar un té.

No sé si vendrán Aito y Lucky Strike Walker porque la última va a yoga... lo que hay que ver.
En cualquier caso, lo contaré mañana.

He llegado a casa de día por primera vez tras salir a las 6. Sólo ha durado 10 minutos pero ha sido muy agradable.

Voy a limpiar la mesa del salón.

Gudbae.

If you gave me a fresh carnation
I would only crush it's tender petals
With me you'll have no escape
And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle -
I trample down all life in my wake
I eat it up and take the cake
I just avert my eyes to the pain
Of someone's loss helping my gain
If you gave me a dream for my pocket
You'd be plugging in the wrong socket
With me there's no room for the future
With me there's no room with a view at all -
I am out of season all year 'round
Hear machinery roar to my empty sound
Touch my heart and feel winter
Hold my hand and be doomed forever -

If you gave me a fresh carnation
I would only crush it's tender petals
With me you'll have no escape
And at the same time there'll be nowhere to settle.
And if you're wondering by now who I am
Look no further than the mirror -
Because I am the greed and fear
And every ounce of hate in you.

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