Flores secas...

Tengo miedo a volverme loco.

Hipótesis.


Por valentía,

creo que no era a lo que se refería Pedro.


Porque, como dijo Gonzalez,

soy el cobarde:

Comfortably Dumb...

Fade...

 

Rows of houses all bearing down on me

I can feel their blue hands touching me

All these things into position

All these things we'll one day swallow whole

And fade out again

And fade out

This machine will, will not communicate

These thoughts and the strain I am under

Be a world child, form a circle

Before we all go under

And fade out again

And fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds

Scream as they fight for life

I can feel death, can see its beady eyes

All these things into position

All these things we'll one day swallow whole

And fade out again

And fade out again

Immerse your soul in love

Immerse your soul in love

La única canción que me "sé" en guitarra.

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(...)

 

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Feel...

Probablemente mis reflejos ya no sean como antes.

Llego tarde...

llego


Anexo 2 al artículo 45.

"The world used to be silent. Now it has too many voices, and the noise is a constant distraction. They multiply, intensify; they will divert your attention to what’s convenient and forget to tell you about yourself. We live in an age of many stimulations. If you are focused, you are harder to reach. If you are distracted, you are available. You are distracted; you are available. You want flattery. Always looking to where it’s at, you want to take part in everything and everything to be a part of you. Your head is spinning fast at the end of your spine until you have no face at all. And yet, if the world would shut up, even for a while, perhaps we would start hearing the distant rhythm of an angry young tune, and recompose ourselves. Perhaps, having deconstructed everything, we should be thinking about putting everything back together. Silence yourself."

 

 
Una banda hermosa que merece la vida escuchar.

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