Vomitando margaritas

El insomnio en las pseudo vacaciones es una mierda. a tal punto que uno esta ahogado de cosas para decir, para gritar, para escribir.... y no hay inspiracion y tiempo.
que pasa si finalmente perdi mi capacidad creativa? mi "musa inspiradora"..... no exactamente...... no la perdi....
La transforme.... porque donde antes habia palabras dulces y llenas de brillantina ahora hay una cosa bizcosa que trepa por mi esofago que quiere salir y que quiere romper todo. Ya va a salir.....
y ahi quiero ver que pasa....... porque eso si que va a ser un espectaculo digno de verse...... por primera vez al fin que alguien mas se haga mierda aparte de mi..........

bla bla bla..... WHO CARES!?

ya se me acabo la fe en las cosas....

God bless Radiohead

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

Every rose has it's thorn

We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside

Was it something I said or something I did? Did the words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you... Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say

Every rose has its thorn just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know, has he ever felt like this
And I know you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow

Though it's been a while now I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals but the scar, that scar remains

I know I could have saved a love that night if I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love we both made our separate ways
But now I hear you found somebody new and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife