viernes, 15 de agosto de 2008



I don't know what you're looking foryou haven't found it baby, that's for sureYou rip me up and spread me all aroundin the dust of the deed of time And this is not a case of lust, you seeit's not a matter of you versus of meIt's fine the way you want me on your ownbut in the end it's always me aloneAnd I'm losing my favourite game you're losing your mind againI'm losing my babylosing my favourite game I only know what I've been working for another you so I could love you moreI really thought that I could take you therebut my experiment is not getting us anywhereI had a vision I could turn you righta stupid mission and a lethal fightI should have seen it when my hope was new my heart is black and my body is blue And I'm losing my favourite gameyou're losing your mind againI'm losing my favourite game I've tried but you're still the sameI'm losing my baby you're losing a saviour and a saint.


lunes, 4 de agosto de 2008

Y como iba pasar si todo ya estaba escrito, en los versos de un libro que no leì .