viernes, 27 de marzo de 2009

cash

Some kids at school tell me I’m not good for you
But It’s something like shit
Cause I think it’s enough when I walk to my door
And I still wait to see your face


And when you talk like that there is nothing to hide
I forget about the past
And maybe sometime soon you call me too
And invite me a glass of wine


In the bus the other night
I pretend to speak with someone
And was a big surprise
when the picture I had in my head that night
was you laugh with me very loud

And when you walk like that there is nothing I fear
You look like a confident guy
And I say to you
Babe you have to love me too cause my ass look very fine

lunes, 9 de marzo de 2009

She's funny when she smiles


Nena, creo que tienes algo entre dientes...

domingo, 8 de marzo de 2009


Y si salto y me desmadro la cara,por la ventana junto a la grama, llamarás a una ambulancia y me querrás toda desfigurada y plantarás rosas blancas donde el percance sucediò... para recordarme que es un sutil detalle, con aroma a perfume, que alguien pretenda que tiene alas el que no vuela.

lunes, 2 de marzo de 2009