Yo estoy bien. En lo general, digo. Borremos hoy.
Haciendo muchos arreglos en la casa. Un poco también en la cabeza, creo. Somos realmente carne de diván, te das cuenta?
En cima, acabo de hablar media hora por teléfono con mi madre... Venía medio tristona la vieja.. Y no encontré mejor momento para tirarle todas mis conclusiones psicoanalíticas... A lo Chelo. Sí que me conocés... En fin.
Uno de estos días que no necesariamente levantaste bien. Fue la segunda discusión del día. Impresionante como una ducha fría puede cambiar la vida de una persona. Hoy a la mañana no había agua caliente. Creo que ahora tampoco hay. Ni me fijé...
Una ducha caliente no vendría mal.
Y tirarme a escuchar algún disco de los Counting Crows.
No todo de la adolescencia ha quedado atrás.
If I could give all my love
Counting Crows
Got a message in my head
That the papers had all gone
Richard Manuel is dead
And the daylight's coming on
I've been wandering through the dark
Now I'm standing on the lawn
If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
But I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
Of all the stupid things I do
I'm an anchor on the line
Of a clock that tells the time
That is running out on you
It was cold when i swoke
And the day was halfway done
Nearly spring in San Francisco
But I cannot feel the sun
You were sleeping next to me
But I knew that you'd be gone
If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
But I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
Of all the stupid things I do
I'm an anchor on the line
Of a clock that tells the time
That is running out on you
Take some time before you go
Think of mondays coming down
And the people that you knew
The ones that aren't around
You've been fading day to day
I've been moving town to town
If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
But I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
Of all the stupid things i do
I'm an anchor on the line
Of a clock that tells the time
That is running out on you
Haciendo muchos arreglos en la casa. Un poco también en la cabeza, creo. Somos realmente carne de diván, te das cuenta?
En cima, acabo de hablar media hora por teléfono con mi madre... Venía medio tristona la vieja.. Y no encontré mejor momento para tirarle todas mis conclusiones psicoanalíticas... A lo Chelo. Sí que me conocés... En fin.
Uno de estos días que no necesariamente levantaste bien. Fue la segunda discusión del día. Impresionante como una ducha fría puede cambiar la vida de una persona. Hoy a la mañana no había agua caliente. Creo que ahora tampoco hay. Ni me fijé...
Una ducha caliente no vendría mal.
Y tirarme a escuchar algún disco de los Counting Crows.
No todo de la adolescencia ha quedado atrás.
If I could give all my love
Counting Crows
Got a message in my head
That the papers had all gone
Richard Manuel is dead
And the daylight's coming on
I've been wandering through the dark
Now I'm standing on the lawn
If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
But I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
Of all the stupid things I do
I'm an anchor on the line
Of a clock that tells the time
That is running out on you
It was cold when i swoke
And the day was halfway done
Nearly spring in San Francisco
But I cannot feel the sun
You were sleeping next to me
But I knew that you'd be gone
If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
But I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
Of all the stupid things I do
I'm an anchor on the line
Of a clock that tells the time
That is running out on you
Take some time before you go
Think of mondays coming down
And the people that you knew
The ones that aren't around
You've been fading day to day
I've been moving town to town
If I could give all my love to you
I could justify myself
But I'm just not coming through
You're a pill to ease the pain
Of all the stupid things i do
I'm an anchor on the line
Of a clock that tells the time
That is running out on you
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