Eso dice la viejita violenta del universo Madagascar en Madagascar 2 pero no creo que un neoyorkino la haga entre:
- Asaltos en virtualmente cualquier parte a cualquier hora
- 50 obras públicas en marcha al mismo tiempo
- Manifestaciones a diestra y siniestra
- El tres veces H STC Metro a las 8 de la mañana y 7 de la noche
- Miles de baches repartidos estratégicamente para partirte la madre
- Micros, choferes de micros, cacharpos de micros
- Secuestros express y virtuales
- Tacos (radioactivos) de canasta de 7 x $5 y de suadero de 3 x $7
- Los taxis invadecarriles
- Los taxis piratas
- Los paraderos de camiones de Indios Verdes, Pantitlán, el Toreo, El Rosario y similares
- Viene vienes
- Velocidad promedio de los vehiculos de 20 km/h
- Chilangos
- Otras cosas que se me olvidan por el cansancio
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jueves, 12 de febrero de 2009
sábado, 30 de agosto de 2008
Hurt
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
Esta canción me parte el alma, me la parte.
Etiquetas:
felicidad,
miguel angel cornejo,
optimistic,
Trent Reznor
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