"Down the dark streets,
the houses looked the same.
Getting darker now, faces look the same,
and I walked round and round.
No stomach, torn apart.
Nail me to a train.
Had to think again,
trying to find a clue,
trying to find a way to get out!
Trying to move away,
and I walked round and round.
No stomach, torn apart.
Nail me to a train.
Had to think again,
trying to find a clue,
trying to find a way to get out!
Trying to move away,
had to move away and keep out."
Qué ganas de Alameda, gente, cigarros,
amigos, playa (sí, playa), caminos largos,
horas de cama, libros, ordenadores olvidados,
apuntes en cajas, mesas llenas de historias,
garabatos de "que acabe el verano",
de echar de menos el café de las 15:05,
qué ganas de volver a bailar sin pensar en nadie.
HOY HA SIDO UN DÍA... GUACHIMORE.
Ni chiquita, ni chicore, ni chicorita,
guachimore.
Feliz vida, gente.
Ganas de verano.
ResponderEliminarHas cambiado la cabecera del blog..., me gustaba la otra...xD
Sí, a mí también me gusta.
ResponderEliminarPero quería darle un giro... pienso cambiarla poco a poco, me cansa casi siempre lo mismo.