Wednesday, 29 March 2006

Museo de Músculos

She had something to confess to, but you don't have the time so look the other way. You will wait until it's over to reveal what you'd never shown her too little much too late...

Too long trying to resist it, you've just gone and missed it, it's escaped your world.

Can you see that I am needing, begging for so much more than you could ever give. And I don't want you to adore me, don't want you to ignore me when it pleases you, and I'll do it on my own.

I have played in every toilet, but you still want to spoil it to prove I've made a big mistake.

Too long trying to resist it, you've just gone and missed it, it's escaped your world.

Can you see that I am needing, begging for so much more than you could ever give. And I don't want you to adore me, don't want you to ignore me when it pleases you, and I'll do it on my own.

So I'll do it on my own and I'll do it all by myself. You will never make it.



Esta tarde me he acordado de la letra de Muscle Museum y puaf, por primera vez en 3 años he sentido cada una de sus frases (excepto la de "I have played in every toilet", porque, por desgracia o por fortuna, *aún* no se ha dado el caso). Un par de personitas sé que van a pillar (o no, quién sabe) por qué la pongo precisamente ahora, hoy día 29 de Marzo de 2006 a las 3 y pico de la mañana (aunque aquí supongo que saldrá como una hora antes porque tengo la manía de poner siempre el horario GMT, como si estuviera en, aish, el Reino Unido). Argh. Ya empiezo.

Me despido antes de que me ponga a desvariar en plan bestia... Ya pondré entradas algo más a menudo por aquí, que lo tengo un pelín abandonado.

Muaks