Somebody that I used to know.

Odiaba esa rola... ahora entiendo.

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go 
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know...

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know

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I'm happy with it

Really, I am.
I've learned something and it didn't cost me as I thought it would.
Someday it'll be the same again... well, not the same, but it'll be good.
I know this.
I want to.
I'm happy with it.
:)
No pasa nada! No pasa nada!!!

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Al mal tiempo...

un Carlos V.

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Random/Verso Terso

Me dicen el verso
limpio y sin arrugars vengo terso
converso
letras
fuertes
no escucha
solo baila
modelo
promocion
buenos
freno
primero
respiro
ego
campeon
aplastando
exhalo
musica
reggae
manos
sudor
escribo
fluye
feeling
herida
sigue viva
donde haya corazon
soldadura
busco
pienso
observo
vader
negro
respetar
agua
sed
lineal
no sube
concentracion
original

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Sobre el café

Me estoy haciendo adicto al olor del café por las mañanas,
me tomo 1 diario en las mañanas acompañando mi
delicioso desayuno de 2 huevos en una rebanada de pan.

Hace mucho tomaba en la mañana y en la tarde,
hasta que un día al cruzar la calle me dolieron los
riñones, supuse que era por eso pues no estaba
acostumbrado a tanto café.

Eventualmente volví a tomarlo, y no solo por que me guste
su sabor o aroma, si no por que me quita los dolores de
cabeza que de vez en diario me daban.

No me gusta al café negro, aunque he intentado apreciarlo.
No me gusta echarle mucha crema, eso es de tontos.
Solo 1 cucharada de azucar, o 2 de las pequeñas.

Eso si, en la taza de Santander que más de medio estudio
envidia y la cual sobrevivió a un atentado.

Podría contarles de la travesía que es a veces encontrar agua
pero me imagino que con la palabra travesía entenderán.

Tengo en mi lugar un botesito de Nescafé clasico de 50gr
que planeo rellenar cuando se acabe.

Compré cucharitas en la dulcería para poder utilizarlas
en el cafe o para la comida.

Espero no se me haga vicio.

Al parecer irrita mucho el estomago, es por eso que tambien
no tomo mas de 1 taza al día, mis gastritis me lo impide.

Y si, tambien lo uso como laxante jaja.

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