Sigo sin encontrar ventaja alguna, pero ahora al menos estoy tecleado algo en lugar de jugar al solitario spider y morir un poco. Odio mi cumpleaños. Estoy de vacaciones, he estrenado zapatos nuevos, voy a ver un piso dentro de un rato, y aun así me metería de nuevo en la cama hasta mañana por lo menos. Con zapatos nuevos y todo. Sólo a mí se me ocurre buscar la escena de Ártax en el pantano de la tristeza en momentos como éste.
Vuelvo a Morrissey, que es un viejuno y sigue haciendo lo suyo como si no pasara nada:
[Parece una abuelita roquera, sí, pero ahí sigue]
In the absence of your love
And in the absence of human touch
I have decided
Im throwing my arms around
Around Paris because
only stone and steel accept my love
In the absence of your smiling face
I traveled all over the place
and I have decided
Im throwing my arms around
Around Paris because
only stone and steel accept my love
Im throwing my arms around
Around Paris because
only stone and steel accept my love
Im throwing my arms around Paris because
Nobody wants my love
Nobody wants my love
Nobody needs my love
Nobody wants my love
Yes you made yourself plain
Yes you made yourself very plain
And in the absence of human touch
I have decided
Im throwing my arms around
Around Paris because
only stone and steel accept my love
In the absence of your smiling face
I traveled all over the place
and I have decided
Im throwing my arms around
Around Paris because
only stone and steel accept my love
Im throwing my arms around
Around Paris because
only stone and steel accept my love
Im throwing my arms around Paris because
Nobody wants my love
Nobody wants my love
Nobody needs my love
Nobody wants my love
Yes you made yourself plain
Yes you made yourself very plain
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