2.21.2007

EL MUNDO AL REVÉS



"A cinematic vision ensued
like the holiest dream.
Its someones calling?
An angel whispers my name,
but the message relayed is the same:
Wait till tomorrow,
youll be fine.
But its gone to the dogs in my mind.
I always hear them
when the dead of night
omes calling to save me from this fight.
But they can never wrong this right."

Bones, The Killers.

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