Te mira desde su lado de la mesa
Y te das cuenta
y sabes por qué.
Pero prefieres imaginar que eres transparente,
que en realidad no te ve, que son imaginaciones de un loco...
Lo que sea para que no se te ocurra saltar hasta ella,
en medio de tanta gente.
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NO SHIT - JAMES OSTERBERG
It was in the winter of my fiftieth(22th) year/When it hit me/I was really alone/And there wasn't a hell a lot of time left/Every laugh and touch that I could get Became more important/Strangely, I became more bookish/And my home and study meant more to me/As I considered the circumstances of my death/I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity on my way out/Above all,I didn't want to take any more shit/Not from anybody.
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