I turn the last cigarette of the day, as I look out my balcony of the city full of lights .
I think of the day, what I did, talking, thinking, etc. Let's review:
In the morning, order, shopping, a few regaloneos. I returned home, had lunch, went to look for the "Blue", my guitar. I returned, check some things I drew, I wrote, it was my best friend I had not seen for some time, talked, went to the supermarket, had a very hard time and support as always. My cell phone rang, it was Tongoy, the fight showed up, I was more bajoniada. I sank into my words, my pictures and my guitar, my phone rang again, was Peñaflor, with a heavy tone, which then becomes quiet tone, annoying me, I'm sorry, I get angry, you short, turns to the notebook, I could feel 5 minutes, I to my room, I pull the pack, the lighter, I go back to living, I play music, I open the window, I go with the red dress, I light a cigarette, I start to look, think, review, and two tears of salt, like the song, run through my face, drained of everything, and listless.
And yes, sometimes I just want to send everything to hell. But I can not mai gosh, I can not just ...
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