Naaaaaa

She's gonna love nobody

Even if i mean it, even if i try to,
even when i think about you more than ever,
even when i don't know how to say good bye,
even when i can't recongnize sex from love,
even then.
I'll never love you, you wont be more than this,
and I wonder why I can't just fall for you... But I won't have an answer,
is just like than.
Even when I adore your kiss,
even when i would like to wake up in you'r arms...
I will never love you,
even when you'r gone,
even when you left her.

Obsessions

Alejandro

She's got both hands
in her pockets.
And i wont look at you,
Won't look at you

She hides true love.
En su bolsillo

At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose.

Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name

She's not broken,
She's just a baby.

Now he's gonna find a fight,
gonna cool the bad.

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don't call my name.

Don't bother me.
Don't call my name.
I'm not your babe
Alejandro

Merely player

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

Personal note.

Leamos más y cerremos la bocota.