Letra Bastarda

When you first left me I was wanting more But you were fucking that girl next door, what cha do that for? (what cha do that for) When you first left me I didn't know what to say I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day I was so lost back then But with a little help from my friends I found a light in the tunnel at the end Now you're calling me up on the phone So you can have a little whine and a moan And it's only because you're feeling alone At first when I see you cry, yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile At worst I feel bad for a while, but then I just smile I go ahead and smile Whenever you see me you say that you want me back And I tell you it don't mean jack, no it don't mean jack I couldn't stop laughing, no I just couldn't help myself See you messed up my mental health I was quite unwell I was so lost back then But with a little help from my friends I found a light in the tunnel at the end Now you're calling me up ...

É certo, non hai días malos. Todos os días poden ser de festa, ser grandes días, como canta Serrat. E hoxe éo, porqué non. Aínda que non conseguise ese posto de traballo na libraría. Non hai días malos, só días algo menos aloucados nos que só nos pode salvar rir. Porque, por moito que o ceo se anube, non vou dubidar do que vexo en mín, do que sei que me poboa. [ Trópico , de Roberto Forero ] Hoxe sona.- Día a día , de Nubla

Vaise achegando cada vez máis o tempo da colleita, fermoso verán. A colleita. Que non se boten a perder todo o esforzo e todas as bágoas. Que o tránsito sexa acougado no seu caos.

I am the passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the citys backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am the passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the citys a rip in the sky And everything looks good tonight Singin la la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la la-la Get into the car Well be the passenger Well ride through the city tonight See the citys ripped insides Well see the bright and hollow sky Well see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the bright and hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the citys ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you ...

Vendo corazón usado por tempo indefinido, tén algunha costura pero funciona ben. Responde con intensidade e paixón cando se lle trata con paciencia e unha pisca miudiña de cariño. Horarios flexibles. Prezo a convir. A quen lle vai interesar unha estupidez como esta... Pero quizais me anime e poña o anuncio polas rúas, en cada farola, en cada porta, en cada caixa de correo... Dín que os anuncios por palabras ás veces son (co)respondidos.

Vos presento EN CONSTRUCCIÓN , o meu novo blog (paralelo). Consistirá na bitácora do día a día do nacemento dun proxecto literario humilde que teño remoéndome os miolos (será o calor do verán). A ver en que remata o experimento.

XA HAI DATA PARA A ESTREA DA EXPOSICIÓN!! O sábado día 5 de xullo próximo, no Modus Vivendi en Compostela , ás 21h pónse en marcha. Podedes consultar o cartaz picando nel, ou vendo a web http://www.animaxes.com Haberá un viño de agasallo :) Espero que veñades, estades convidados e convidadas!!!!!