miércoles, 3 de marzo de 2010

lluvia.
siempre me gustó la de verano.
y la no violenta, porque la violenta me deja las macetas de los cactus sin tierra.
y ya sabemos lo que pasa con la tierra y el agua: barro, tal vez.
lluvia: agua.
(garua finito)
luz.
si.
es una bonita foto.


hace rato rato que cuando me baño canto esta canción...


I've got a right to be wrong
my mistakes will make me strong
i'm stepping out into the great unknown
i'm feeling wings though i've never flown

i've got a mind of my own
i'm flesh and blood to the bone
i'm not made of stone
got a right to be wrong
so just leave me alone

I've got a right to be wrong
i've been held down too long
i've got to break free
so i can finally breathe
i've got a right to be wrong
got to sing my own song
i might be singing out of key
but it sure feels good to me
got a right to be wrong
so just leave me alone

You're entitled to your opinion
but it's really my decision
i can't turn back i'm on a mission
if you care don't you dare blur my vision
let me be all that i can be
don't smother me with negativity
whatever's out there waiting for me
i'm going to faced it willingly

I've got a right to be wrong
my mistakes will make me strong
i'm stepping out into the great unknown
i'm feeling wings though i've never flown
i've got a mind of my own
flesh and blood to the bone
see, i'm not made of stone
i've got a right to be wrong
so just leave me alone

I've got a right to be wrong
i've been held down to long
i've got to break free
so i can finally breathe
i've got a right to be wrong
got to sing my own song
i might be singing out of key
but it sure feels good to me
i've got a right to be wrong
so just leave me alone