:)

fiona y yo

Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelins in
Every single night's alright with my brain

What'd I say to her
What'd I say it to her
What does she think of me
That i'm not what I ought to be
That i'm what I try not to be
It's got to be somebody elese's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back, cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke and
I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain

I just want to feel everything

So i'm gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double-king-sized bed
We could move in it and i'd soon forget
That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
And maybe i'd relax, let my breast shot bust open
My heart's made of parts of all that surround me
And that's why the devil just can't get around me
Every single night's alright, every single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain

I just want to feel everything

tan grande que parecen dos uu uu uu

you always hurt the ones you love

una verdad se inventa

But in your dreams whatever they be

there's a funny feeling 'round my heart

I want to be somebody's baby doll so I can get my loving all the time
I want to be somebody's baby doll to ease my mind
He can be ugly, he can be black, so long as he can eagle rock and ball the jack
I want to be somebody's baby doll so I can get my lovin' all the time,
I mean to get my lovin' all the time

una cosa cierta

Andás en bici

mientras escuchás mi amigo invencible

y tu vida

de repente

es mejor

Untitled from mariano di cesare on Vimeo.

Mi venganza serà el amor

Mentira. Serà terrible.

ya se fue

lunes al sol

Lunes al sol from Mathilde Abel on Vimeo.

casi como si fuera domingo

revelaciòn

y entonces un sábado a la mañana te das cuenta que sos una distraìda, maníaca y temperamental pero que la música que escuchabas a los 15 sigue estando invariablemente buena.