Odio la escuela. odio el trabajo. El hospital, la lumbalgia, el nervio ciático y los días soleados. Odio los intensos dolores de cabeza y los mareos, el atún, la ausencia de auto determinación, la presión monetaria y social, la desilusión prematura,las esperanzas de estar contigo que son tan bajas y el que solo me quede el cruzar dedos.
It's been a bad day, another day bad... and all I want to do is look at you and know I'm okay; from where I'm sitting these shoes ain't fitting and I'm walking backwards, looking down, don't see the sky I see the ground.
Above, below you look and so you wonder, where the time has gone of looking up, tomorrows on the way. Above, below... you look and so you say when i wake up in the morning is it gonna be another ugly day?
I guess they thought your better off, without this life, without a job. From where I'm sitting these shoes ain't fitting and I'm going nowhere, killing time, just trying to feed my bleeding mind.
It's been a bad day, another bad day and I cross my heart and hope to die these dreams of yours are gonna fly.
She has an earthquake on her mind,
you almost heard her cry out as you left her far behind and knew the world was crashing down around her,
you sink now to the ocean floor because,
you know you are more but you've made this mess,
you've built this fire,
but the question here, is...
Is she still yours?
La última foto antes de que se me quebrara la cámara (si alguien sabe quien las arregla, hagamelo saber...) sí, si... otro autoretrato.