Smelling Cheerleaders Feet

FOR ALL THOSE WHOM THE FALL sad

Although I know that these past few weeks I have dropped a bit this space (it must be said that has sat for lack of time, which continues to be good, means that tedium has not not me yet) Now I return to the blog post them a letter very good song by Timbaland Tarragona ... Enjoy!

  the evening is when  

 're as tired  

  and do not know what to do and you get set 
 And you're very alone and noise vanishes, And watch the street 
 
 And not many people 
 
 I change the sounds and all seems dead. I would shout loudly 
 
 What the hell are you to 
 the evening you are sad, and I do not know where to go 
 you prepare a Whisky And it pretends 
 
 I can finish a cigarette without desire aflame 
 smoking and turn off and soon you become a axiecar 
 and suddenly you are afraid of 
 sentirte so empty, you go to the pub 
 
 I can not find anyone and goes out into the street and start running 
 And you wind was drying the tears 
 seems tired and you stop with the nose full of mucus 
 t'empatxes 
 and night and breathe loud, strong, strong, strong. 
 
 the evening is when you as tired, and do not know what to do 
 And you get very lonely and you're set 
 And the noise fades away, and watch the street 
 And not many people