O incluso con la cara llena de agua porque la hielera está mal colocada y decide salir despedida hacia mí.
En fin.
Los elefantes están ahí no sé, en un plan un poco raro, como totalmente relajaos y smooth.
Hoy comí en Vips, de Antony and the Johnsons. Faltaba un Johnson pero bueno. Por supuesto yo me pido Antony (travelling travelling travelling I'm just travelling through)
Día trolífico, por la tarde he llevado a María a descubrir Malaentraña. Terracita en el 2 de Mayo y pacasa.
Y jo, pasan unas cosas a veces que yo qué sé.
Diré que me gustaría tener un amigo llamado Joey Joe Joe Junior Shabadoo.
Y nada más.
Too many believe
in some "master plan"
'cause it's hard to accept
what's not shapen by hand.
But here, under the sun,
where events can't be undone;
once superstition's spent -
You gotta know,
we want our brothers back.
The hurt came down
from the clear blue sky.
The sands of time
went rushing by.
It came as a shock,
we'd shut our eyes.
Is this all that's left,
just a slow good-bye?
The curators frown
and they wax abstract.
But, man, if you've found love
what could matter more than that?
It's a crime and a shame (selfish and vain)
to try to justify this pain.
I guess they'll think what they will -
But before the dawn
they'll want their brothers back.
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