Sí, tú
Me dueles como dolería un reuma. Me haces recordar la Roma de los ochenta, el Berlín que hay en mi subconciente y a Melo durante aquel último fin de semana. Es como si algún día tú también fueras a morirte.
Station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke
throwing darts in lovers' eyes.
Here are we, one magical moment,
such is the stuff from where dreams are woven.
Bending sound,
dredging the ocean, lost in my circle.
Here am I, flashing no colour,
tall in this room overlooking the ocean.
Here are we,
one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth.
There are you,
you drive like a demon from station to station.
Once there were mountains on mountains
and once there were sunbirds to soar with,
and once I could never be down.
Got to keep searching and searching,
oh, what will I be believing
and who will connect me with love?
Wonder who, wonder who, wonder when.
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I.
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high.
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine,
I'm thinking that it must be love.
It's too late to be grateful,
it's too late to be late again,
it's too late to be hateful,
the european cannon is here.
I must be only one in a million,
but I won't let the day pass without her.
Should I believe that I've been stricken?,
does my face show some kind of glow?
throwing darts in lovers' eyes.
Here are we, one magical moment,
such is the stuff from where dreams are woven.
Bending sound,
dredging the ocean, lost in my circle.
Here am I, flashing no colour,
tall in this room overlooking the ocean.
Here are we,
one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth.
There are you,
you drive like a demon from station to station.
Once there were mountains on mountains
and once there were sunbirds to soar with,
and once I could never be down.
Got to keep searching and searching,
oh, what will I be believing
and who will connect me with love?
Wonder who, wonder who, wonder when.
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I.
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high.
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine,
I'm thinking that it must be love.
It's too late to be grateful,
it's too late to be late again,
it's too late to be hateful,
the european cannon is here.
I must be only one in a million,
but I won't let the day pass without her.
Should I believe that I've been stricken?,
does my face show some kind of glow?
El mensaje del día
JorgePedro?? es un nombre??, jajaaja te lo digo por que me acuerdo que desde chavito tu hacias que te dijeran el nombre completo JORGEPEDRO, me acuerdo cañon, oye y te acuerdas de los laberintos que hacias, eras bien bueno en eso asi en hojas de los cuadernos y les ponias trampas y zonas bien dificiles de pasar por que el pasillo era chiquitito, pero teniamos 3 vidas asi para tocar las paredes y poder seguir jugando, la neta si me acuerdo un buen que yo era fan y un dia me regalaste como 5 0 6 laberintos que estaban bien perros, pero padres.
