In the flesh.

La verdad libera
pero en la mentira esta la felicidad.


Hoy escucho el soundtrack con el que decidí morir The wall, de Pinkfloyd.
Acertaron, fallé en el intento pero insisto si tuviera que escoger un soundtrack para morir
sería sin lugar a dudas este....

Empezaré a mentir, todos lo hacen, todos son felices....
Empiezo a partir de este instante:

Soy la persona más feliz del mundo, no me hace falta nada,
gozo de excelente salud, no pido por nada más a la vida, soy feliz con lo que tengo, no me quiero morir....

Day after day, love turns gray
like the skin of a dying man.
And night after night
we pretend is alright
but i have grow older and you have grown colder
and nothing is very much fun anymore.
And I feel one of my turns comming on...
I feel...
Cold as a razer blade,
tight as a tourniquete,
dry as a funeral drum.....

COME TO THE BEDROOM
IN THE SUITECASE OF THE LEFT YOU'LL FIND MY FAVORITE AX...
DON'T BE SO FRIGHTEND THIS IS JUST A PASSIVE PHASE
ONE OF MY BAD DAYS....
WOULD YOU LIKE TO WATCH TV?
OR GET BETWEEN THE SHEETS?
OR CONTEMPLATE THE SILENCE FREEWAY?
WOULD YOU LIKE SOMETHING TO EAT?
WOULD YOU LIKE TO LEARN TO FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?
WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ME TRY????
WOULD YOU LIKE TO CALL THE CAPS?
WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY?