Learning to sail.

I learn to sail,
yeah... we are moving...

I learned to fly a while ago.
Viajes viejos,
memorias de cien noches
repartidas en sets de no más de tres.

I learn to sail,
we are moving.

I learned to fly a while ago.
Enredos de piernas,
enredos de pelo,
your nails ripping my back.
Cat scratching my ankle.

I learn to sail,
yeah! We are moving!

No seasickness,
just a breeze.
No violent tides,
just strenuous waves.

I learn to sail,
yeah, we are moving...

I would, happily,
drown in the North Atlantic.


Tema del día:

Muerte querida
Los fabulosos cadillacs
Rey Azúcar
1995