Mis compis del laboratorio / My pals in the Lab
Fieles compañeros del día a día, aveces les cuento lo que me pasa (aunque uno que otro se espanta) y me escuchan tranquilos, estóicos, aveces hasta fríos, como dándome a entender que eso solo es un experimento, solo es temporal. Y como ellos yo también espero la hora de que el etanol entre, disuelva y arranque todo lo que es recalcitrante y nos deje limpios para lo que sigue (me gustó mucho esta comparación si pudiera patentarla lo haría!).
My loyal pals, day after day I told them what I feel (even if somebody think I'm mad!), they listen to me quiet, stoic, sometimes even cool, like trying to say that it's just an experiment, just temporary. And like them, I wait for the time when the ethanol get into, dissolve and rip off all that is a recalcitrant feeling and leave us clean/free for the next journey. (I really like this comparison, if the thoughts could be patented, I will do it).
My loyal pals, day after day I told them what I feel (even if somebody think I'm mad!), they listen to me quiet, stoic, sometimes even cool, like trying to say that it's just an experiment, just temporary. And like them, I wait for the time when the ethanol get into, dissolve and rip off all that is a recalcitrant feeling and leave us clean/free for the next journey. (I really like this comparison, if the thoughts could be patented, I will do it).
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home