Heavenly milkshake

This is the picture:

We both together having a milkshake in heaven

Without sounds

Without rounds

Without bounds

**There´s a whole full day, to decide what to take**

Mp3: Letallll wapeton!

Playlist para ir "bailoteandoexcitadamenteperonotanto" al trabajo:

-Elvis “Teddy Bear”
-David Bowie “Sufragette City”
-The Libertines “Time for heroes”
-Connie Francis “Lipstick on your collar”
-Beatles “Dizzy Miss Lizzy”
-Foghat “I just want to make love to you”
-Aretha Franklin “Mr.Big Stuff”
-The Flaming Lips “Yeah Yeah Yeah song”
-Vanessa Paradis “Be my baby”
-Rod Stewart "Maggie May"
-Nancy Sinatra “These boots are made for walkin´”
-Sweet “Fox on the run”
-Ottis Redding “Try a little tenderness”
-Roy Orbison “Pretty woman”
-T-rex “20th Century Boy”
-Spinetta “No te alejes tanto de mi”
-Social Distortion “Death or Glory”
-Jhonny Cash “Folsom Prison Blues”
-Beach Boys “Barbra Anne”

Mi adorable resaca

Me despierto rara y su cara se me aparece.
PIENSO UNO, PIENSO DOS.
Mi cuarto, wow! da vueltas. Mientras la luz asesina entra por la ventana.
Pero logro mi objetivo: llegar a la cocina (“¿Para que vine hasta acá?”).
Y típico, no encuentro mi cabeza.
”…estaba por pensar en vos” me dije cuando volví a verlo en mi mente.
En un mano a mano con mi heladera de sábado al mediodía, encuentro un queso Philadelphia con su envase haciendo eco. “Pero que grandísima lástima, está vacío…” comento en voz alta.
Dejando la heladera a mis espaldas
vuelvo a figurar su imagen, ahora el me sonríe.

PIENSO TRES. "¡Ouch! Creo que este chico me encanta".

P i n k

Sometimes the pinky and softy girlie dress I wear HURTS and DESTROYS me in the inside.
I act like a quiet little girl who HATES and BELIEVES and has always step up for her rights. I also THINK and VERBALIZE my ideas, like a small squashy easy babe… A babe that BATTLES and PUNCHES to every obstacle that may appear.
Besides I touch like a girl who's fed up with being treated in the wrong way by the wrong hands. Tired of being “put to sleep” by the one (is there anyone?) who runs my spongy and bubbly world.
So by the time I finish writing these I may be walking down Av Belgrano Street, getting back home. And you…You just keep your guard up,
because you never know when you could meet me. By “meet me” I mean
have to defend yourself from the squeezable and naive girl I AM.