Now hear me all you victims. Come listen, gather around. For now we'll tell the story of four brothers in the ground. One died from the bottle though he wouldn't harm a fly.
Maybe I should leave her. Maybe I don't need her. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was right. Maybe I believe her. . What do I have to say?. What do I have to do?.
I spend my days in halls of light. Bathed in the healing Sun. I sang a song, so dissonant. And prayed it'd never stop. . I moaned and I wept and I wandered.
I thought that maybe I could catch you on the phone. Just to say hello I am on the road. If only for a moment I'd be glad to hear your voice. If I had a choice I would spend more time at home.
Juan Pedro Fasola. Nuestro gran amigo. Qué ganas de verte. Tenemos todos acá. . Hace tanto tiempo. Que no te sentimos. Contando aquel cuento. De la buena pipa, ahí va.