(Toda una vida corriendo, como si hubiera dónde esconderse)
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viernes, 26 de octubre de 2012

Rock Myself to Sleep

A time of darkness
You will look absurd and you will feel it hurt
And you will go looking to blame somebody
You see, I used to think that I'd get over everything
But everything just got
Over me

I'm certain of it.
-The Fine Art of Falling Apart, de Matthew Good.

(Pocas cosas me gustan tan rotundamente como la música de Matt Good; pocas cosas me movilizan tanto)

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