Retazos

Pedacitos de canciones se meten en mi cabeza y no me dejan comprender una historia escrita por hombres, creada por hombres, leída por intelectuales que buscan ser hombres cultos en una reunión social entre otros hombres...

Las dejo escritas esperando que liberen espacio en el disco duro (siempre dije que soy un poquito cabeza dura)

Yo no queria una vida normal,no me gustaban los horarios de oficina, Porque yo, no quiero trabajar,no quiero ir a estudiar...

It's late and I'm feeling so tired, Having trouble sleeping. This constant compromise, Between thinking and breathing.

Prefiero volar a correr, hacer a pensar, amar a querer, tomar a pedir. Antes que nada soy partidario de vivir.

And i need to be patient, And i need to be brave, Need to discover How i need to behave, And I'll find out the answers, When i know what to ask, But i speak a different language, And everybody's speaking too fast

I'd like to express my extreme point-of-view, I just realized that nothing is what it seems

Every step that you take, Could be your biggest mistake, It could bend or it could break, That's the risk that you take

There are too many questions, There is not one solution, There is no resurrection, There is so much confusion

And it's simply irrational weather, Can't even hear myself think, Constantly bailing out water, But still like I'm gonna sink

What if there was no lie, Nothing wrong, nothing right, What if there was no time, And no reason, or rhyme

Y dicen que creció de tal modo, que llegó a alcanzar las estrellas, que se sonrió con razón,

como lo hacen los bobos sin ella.

Ingredientes:
0% literatura
90% divague
9.9% sinceridad
0.1% nitrito (ojo)