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-I-

No he nacido para ser mimo, por algo será que mejor escribo.
(No se me da otra cosa que manchar hojas y acomodar palabras)

No he nacido para descubrir fórmulas, ni para sanar vicios
Al contrario, destrozo la lógica, y le escupo a la mayoría de las formalidades

Carezco de identidad, de estilo
Soy una morsa que perdió los colmillos en su primera batalla contra el mar

Tal vez no sea una buena persona, tal vez sea un asco de amante
Pero sé que la vida es un buen duelo para el que quiera defenderse

y bailar.

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-II-

Y hoy quiero verte, y tomarte de las manos
para que aprendas a bailar salsa conmigo
y te quedes un día más

Hoy tengo la necesidad de ver sangre
sangre color tinta y mancharme
con la sed del qué-será

Hoy pasa el tiempo
los moretones en mis rodillas siguen vivos
El cabello sigue creciendo
El pueblo sigue desapareciendo
Yo sigo aquí, escribiendo en el cuaderno
Mientras tú no paras de decir adiós

Así que, para cuando alzo la vista y volteo al vidrio
y comienzo a despedirme
el hoy se ha vuelto antier.

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It's a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair,
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go,
But her friend is no where to be seen.
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen,
But the film is sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more.
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow.
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again.
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads.
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns,
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
Cause I wrote it ten times or more.
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?

David Bowie - Life On Mars Lyrics