y si callo es porqe pienso,
y si pienso es porqe existo.
Existo porqe quiero cambiar
y hasta ese momento guardare silencio.
29.3.09
9.3.09
6.3.09
27.2.09
Parece qe el qerido Thoreau no puso un apartado o pie de pagina en este hermoso prospecto, ennumerando los peqeños problemas qe trae la mariposa. ¿No penso qe ese maldito bicho no vive mucho? Horas, quizas. Un dia, una noche. Ademas sus hermosas alitas estan llenas de ese polvo, qe hace creer qe sus alas son hermosas, pero cuando acaricias su belleza... el polvito de mariposita te cae en los ojitos y te manda directo al oculista. No, thanks.
Conclusion: no te voy a buscar mas, y cuando te tenga en mi hombro, probablemente te meta en un frasco, para mirarte sonriendo un rato, sacarte y pegarte en un album!.
A V E R S I T E Q E D A S Q U I E T A .
22.2.09
Whatever happened to the funky race? A generation LOST in pace
I ask nothing of you, not even your gratitude
Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops, it's like a multicoloured snapshot
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers and fathers of unhappy kids
'Cos they've forgotten how to play
Oh, maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed
So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue
Do, do, do what you wanna do
That's all there is to find
'Cos it takes a fool to remain sane
Wasn't life supposed to be more than this?
In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss
Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops, it's like a multicoloured snapshot
stuck in my brain
It kept me sane for a couple of years as it drenched my fearsof becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers and fathers of unhappy kids
and why is that?
'Cos they've forgotten how to play
Oh, maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed
to seem strange, to seem insane
to gain weight, to seem gay
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue
Do, do, do what you wanna do
Don't think twice, do what you have to do
Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide what you have to doThat's all there is to find
'Cos it takes a fool to remain sane
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane
20.2.09
Why does it feel like night today?
Something is not right today
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
A face that watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
(And watches everything)
I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
Your paranoia's probably worse
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