A typical conversation

- Figures. That lucky yuppie is gonna get the bus in time.
- You know, vasectomies are reversible.
- Goddamn yuppies get everything, man.
- Are you listening to me? I said vasectomies are reversible.
- What? What are you talking about?

Shyness is nice

Nature is a language,
Can't you read ?

Yeah, It's hard

Es difícil querer acostumbrarse a algo que no nos agrada para nada.

Usar la cabeza

Un fact de mi vida es: cada vez que pasa el tiempo, entiendo menos a la gente. No se si mi mente es demasiado simple, rebuscada, retorcida, enferma, lo que sea, ya no puedo entender nada. Antes digamos que no me importaba tanto, pero después me di cuenta que la gente necesita tener algo en la cabeza, simplemente para pasar el rato. A veces pensar en actitudes y formas de ser de otras personas, me dejan pensando bastante, porque no me entran en la cabeza, no me cuadran ¿Por qué la necesidad de mostrarse de otra manera a como se es en realidad? Eso yo no lo haría nunca, porque sinceramente no puedo, y tampoco le encuentro el sentido. Entonces, si yo te conozco como sos ¿por qué te mostrás de otra forma? ¿A caso todos nos volvimos locos? Espero que en algún momento, la gente use la cabeza.

Hey you,

¿Cómo hago para decirte que quiero escuchar tus tontos reproches y ver tu grumosa amargura?

It's sad

Go 'way from my window,

Leave at your own chosen speed.

I'm not the one you want, babe,

I'm not the one you need.

You say you're lookin' for someone

Never weak but always strong,

To protect you an' defend you

Whether you are right or wrong,

Someone to open each and every door,

But it ain't me, babe,

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,

Go lightly on the ground.

I'm not the one you want, babe,

I will only let you down.

You say you're lookin' for someone

Who will promise never to part,

Someone to close his eyes for you,

Someone to close his heart,

Someone who will die for you an' more,

But it ain't me, babe,

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back into the night, babe,

Everything inside is made of stone.

There's nothing in here moving

An' anyway I'm not alone.

You say you're looking for someone

Who'll pick you up each time you fall,

To gather flowers constantly

An' to come each time you call,

A lover for your life an' nothing more,

But it ain't me, babe,

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,

It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Este país es un corso

Porque la vida humana no vale nada acá, señora.