Πικρές Αλήθειες

cause they’re always perfect days
we were sitting and talking under the strawberry swing about the future wich welcomes us uncertainly

cold cold water bring me round
i wouldn’t wanna waste a thing

cold cold water, what ya say?
people is moving inside a perfectly straight line

i’m so drunk i cannot drink
but im so happy you cannot imagine

i’m so drunk i cannot breath
y os voy a echar anto de menos que dará igual que el cielo sea azul, gris o verde, porque nada será igual.

i’ll see it through a travel book shop window, haven’t i told you. i don’t want a lover, i just need a friend. but sometimes i get angry and rude so that i can protect myself, no one else would care and that’s what i feel like doing. that’s why i’m sorry, nothing else matters, though. and i would love to know why, but it might be better if it’s kept as a mystery of the galaxy. ciento once it’s not but a number, dear. if it doesn’t kill you it makes you stronger, i guess, even though there’s no time or space. meanwhile i keep going, growing, swimming, laughing up on a greenish pearl plane turning left on the seasick corners. there, everyone’s eagerly expecting me, and i won’t find the words to say how madly i love them.

that is the true infinite multiuniverse theory.