La vida de nadie.-

Then you sit on the sofa
with a popcorn bowl and a bottle of cola
the TV is on but you’re staring into the distance

Then you open your laptop up
looking for something you know that never comes
then you close it down once again without knowing
where’s the sign you’re supposed to decode

Then you sit on the window seal
with a glass astray full of cigarretes
roll the last of the night and smoke your tears away

Then you lose your shoe and watch it fall out
like a wounded bird who flies adrift down
then you think about the things you never think about

Where’s the faith you’re supposed to have?

No reason to fly when you look up the sky
and you don’t get what you really want
No reason to cry when you look at your eyes
and you don’t see what you’re looking at

When love takes a nosedive…

La perturbación del amor y el fracaso y la confusión, en la cara demacrada de Dr.House, que se puede homologar a mi, una especie de Mersault, sin ofender a mi amigo Camilo.

La mortaja hogareña, siempre, all nights, protect to me.