Octubre 2010
Mad World
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places - worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere - going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression - no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tommorow - no tommorow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying Are the best I’ve ever...
Nobody Home
“Nobody Home” I’ve got a little black book with my poems in I’ve got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on Got those swollen hand blues. Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from I’ve got electric light And I’ve got second sight I’ve...
"Mas corto q` patá e` chancho"
Domingo!, no hay nada mas fome que un domingo, para empezar, uno se levanta a la hora del copi, no como los días de la semana en donde uno se levanta con los pacos xD. Y como total consecuencia de esto, el día se hace demasiado corto, mas corto q` patá e` chancho.
Hola :)
« El pasado es un prólogo ».
William Shakespeare
