estoy completamente perdida

no sé por qué motivo son las 2 de la mañana

todo es culpa de patricia vohue

el caso es que le he contado al taxista que yo nací en Londres y que vivo en Madrid desde los 13 años. No sé por qué ha empezado la cosa, creo que se debía a pulular por Moratalaz. Me sentía en un lugar desconocido, necesitaba justificar por qué. En cualquier caso me he divertido mucho, pobre taxista.

De nuevo he vuelto a no soltar una cala. Si es que no tengo vergüenza.

Hoy he comido con Mónica F en el Vips, es taaan mona. Ha dicho "Yo soy los Panchos" por el "si tú me dices ven".

Gracias Lama por llevarte los cigarrillos que tenía reservados encima de la mesa...

Nunca pensé que iba a hablar de ship to's a la 1 de la mañana.

Y ya si me apuras toma canción que llevo todo el día cantando


Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind,
and to lie to you rather than hurt you?
Well I'll confess all of my sins
after several large gins
but still I'll hide from you,
hide what's inside from you.

And alarm bells ring
when you say your heart still sings
when you're with me.
Won't you please forgive me?

But I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no

And all the memories of the pubs
and the clubs and the drugs and the tubs
we shared together,
Will stay with me forever.

But all the highs and the lows
and the to's and the fro's,
They left me dizzy,
Oh won't you please forgive me
I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no

Well I no longer hear the music when the lights go out,
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind is all too clear.
Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone,
And with her my heart had disappeared...

Well I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
All the memories of the fights and the nights
and the blue lights, all the kites
We flew together,
I thought they'd fly forever.

But all the highs and the lows
and the to's and the fro's
They left me dizzy,
Oh won't you please forgive me

But I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no

Music when the lights go out
Love goes cold in the shades of doubt
The strange fate in my mind it's all too clear.

Music when the lights come on
The girl I thought I knew has gone
And With her my heart had disappeared

Well I no longer hear the music
Oh no no no no no
And no longer hear the music


El colmo el colmo