Un buen chirlo a tiempo...

Sueño: camino por una calle largamente conocida. Detrás de mí, el ex que peor se ha comportado en la historia de los amores mediocres. Yo camino y él me sigue y pronuncia mi nombre, llamándome... Me paro bruscamente, me doy vuelta y le cruzo una trompada fulminante. Me despierto sumamente aliviada. Si lo hubiera hecho en la realidad y en el momento justo, ¡la de terapia que me ahorraba!

The dark side of the punk

A mí Morfeo me musicaliza los sueños. 
Anoche eligió esta canción.
Sublime...

She talks to rainbows (The Ramones)

She's a little lost girl in her own little world
She looks so happy but she seems so sad

ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea

She's a little lost girl in her own little world

I'd like to help her I'd like to try

ah ah oh yea oh oh oh yea

She talks to birds she talks to angels

she talks to trees she talks to bees

She don't talk to me

Talks to the rainbows and to the seas

she talks to the trees

She don't talk to me

Don't talk to me

You know she drives me outta my mind

You know she drives me outta my head

She talks to birds ...

She's a little lost girl...

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