untitled 425 (la risa de murphy me trae de vuelta)

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los sonidos lo envuelven todo, la voz de bowie por la noches es sumamente especial, aquellos sonidos de la mente de trent reznor son espectaculares,reptile, seria la cancion de nuestras futuras mujeres aunqe ahora desearia que no lo fuera creo que no deseo una mujer con sangre de reptil bajo su piel ni la hermosa mentirosa y tampoco la preciosa ramera, y a pesar de la musica los minutos siguen siendo lentos y este cuarto sin ventana que no deja ver a mi querida luna, compañera de otras noches interminables ahora se siente un poco ese hueco que dejan las no ventanas, la musica sabe diferente, y es uno de mis peqeños momentos en que espero seguir la vibracion de mi musica y convertirme en aire pero realmente estoy hecho de agua que es un tanto mas solida por asi decirlo...

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