Hoy

Hoy es un dia fatidico. Espantoso. Terrible. Triste y melancólico.

Por todo lo que me falta y lo mucho que me sobra.

Por eso y unicamente por eso es que hoy voy a poner la letra a la canción de un grande.

Una canción que en un día tan trágico como este ha conseguido, gracias a un buen amigo, devolverme la gana de seguir caminando, siempre hacia adelante y con la cabeza en alto.


"She Belongs To Me"

She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
She's nobody's child
The Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give it a drum.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjJw4eiF9Uk