Estoy haciendo el quehacer sesuda y esmeradamente porque hoy por la noche Minas Morgul se viste de gala. El paso de la Ara\u00f1a se engalana de antorchas, las dos escaleras se iluminan con cientos de velas, hoy el aliento de la armada orca se une para entonar himnos de martini y rotolatas.<\/p>\n
Ayer fu\u00ed a Jocotepec y no com\u00ed nieve. Ayer termin\u00e9 otro cuadro: una tina con pies para una mujer sin ni uno.<\/p>\n
Una amiga tuvo una semana de santo recogimiento, yo tuve que envolvi\u00f3 una revelaci\u00f3n que me dej\u00f3 sin copas en mi casa y las u\u00f1as m\u00e1s mordidas de lo habitual. Ni idea que har\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Me voy a limpiar el ba\u00f1o.<\/p>\n
Encontr\u00e9 en modo \u00abchuffle\u00bb de mi Ipod esta canci\u00f3n de Alanis Morrissette, esta mujer no es mi hit, pero la letra de su canci\u00f3n: \u00abNot the doctor\u00bb resume algunas de las cosas que le dir\u00eda a cualquier hombre que desee caminar conmigo:<\/p>\n
I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours <\/span> D.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Estoy haciendo el quehacer sesuda y esmeradamente porque hoy por la noche Minas Morgul se viste de gala. El paso de la Ara\u00f1a se engalana de antorchas, las dos escaleras se iluminan con cientos de velas, hoy el aliento de la armada orca se une para entonar himnos de martini y rotolatas. Ayer fu\u00ed a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2903","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"yoast_head":"\n
I don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey <\/span>
Hidden in the bottom drawer <\/span>
I don’t want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine <\/span>
Lend me some fresh air <\/span>
I don’t want to be adored for what I merely represent to you <\/span>
I don’t want to be your babysitter <\/span>
You’re a very big boy now <\/span>
I don’t want to be your mother <\/span>
I didn’t carry you in my womb for nine months <\/span>
Show me the back door <\/span>
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Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 <\/span>
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh <\/span>
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom <\/span>
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor <\/span>
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I don’t want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon <\/span>
I don’t want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2 <\/span>
I don’t want to be your food or the light from the fridge <\/span>
on your face at midnight <\/span>
Hey what are you hungry for <\/span>
I don’t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together <\/span>
I don’t want to be your idol <\/span>
See this pedestal is high and I’m afraid of heights <\/span>
I don’t want to be lived through <\/span>
A vicarious occasion <\/span>
Please open the window <\/span>
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I don’t want to live on someday when my motto is last week <\/span>
I don’t want to be responsible for your fractured heart <\/span>
and its wounded beat <\/span>
I don’t want to be a substitute for the smoke you’ve been inhaling <\/span>
Well, What do you thank me, <\/span>
What do you thank me for?! <\/span><\/p>\n