tend my bed and wonder what will become of Miracles,
case continue studying and going to that bar,
may already know something more English,
may no longer be so gullible and fall in love. Miro
my sheets I do not know if Linda works in a poultry
a waitress or cook,
or continue to live at the expense of others, do not know,
will not know if going to that bar.
The pillow biting me back to Evelyn miskycha misky
and so laughable,
cute witch, false, deceitful madly,
will you still going to that bar?
Massiel The floor was a couple of times,
the third floor bathroom of another dog, 10 minutes
enough alone,
or song in the bar.
I look in the mirror and I divorce, I
disgust, I do not understand.
How could I get dirty so many times,
how I use them so much and so often.
I did not see my cup of gold was pyrite,
I did not realize the absurdity of my machismo,
maybe someday return to the bar
and I honestly do not see them.
