There's something cold about the arctic.

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
Remember when we used to play

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now he's gone I dont know why
Until this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

Nancy Sinatra.

Que se están quebrando mis días sin verte.

Estos días el clima ha estado bipolar.

Me gusta que sea así.

Ayer en el cielo había un arcoiris rete powerfull que me hizo el día.

Hoy me senté en mi ventana frente al paisaje nublado/soleado e intenté elegir entre los dos.

No pude.

Escribí una canción sobre eso.

El clima solito se decidió por lo nublado y no ha parado de llover.




...mañana pierdo el privilegio de elegir.

DF (otto's view)

Cholula, Puebla