Twenty six

Sumo - Callate Mark


Well, hello Mark
Well, it's dark, so dark
In your cell, right now
Well hello Mark
You have cold, so cold
In your heart right now
But in your brain
There's a neon
white hot light
It's burning the hell
Out of you boy
It's making you see the light
It will dive you insane, Mark
It will do in your brain, Mark
It will take you to drain, Mark
Well, it's dark, dark, dark
Well hello Mark
You're thinking of trees
And in a walkway
Of the birds and the bees
And I could pit you
Hate you
Or spit in your eyes
I can think the same things
Tell the same lies
So, shut up Mark
Shut up
Well, well, well
I've found out
That hero means nothing to me
I've found out
That hero is unlike me

No more paddle

Taty en realidad era Santiago, Santiago cómo yo. Tomaba fernet y fumaba Parisienes.
Se había recibido de Diseñador Gráfico, un tiempo después en el fondo de mi placard descansaba el mismo título.
Dando un drive en el paddle cayó redondo y nunca mas se levanto.
Taty, que en realidad era Santiago como yo, fumaba parisienes, ferneceaba, diseñaba y le gustaba el paddle.
Yo fumo, tomo fernet, aveces diseño, y me llamo Santiago.
Por las dudas ya deje de jugar al paddle.