El Chico Con La Espina En Su Costado

Nena: "¿Qué decís que no vas mentir, si te encanta?
¿Qué decís que no vas a reír, si te encanta?
¿Qué decís que no vas a venir? ... Si pensás en venir, cada vez que alejas de mí
¿Qué decís que no vas a gritar ? Si te encanta...

Una noche más... llena de magia blanca.",

Magia Blanca - Joaquìn Levington

Lately, I've been feeling inspired. I just finished arrenging some music scores.
Recently I've wrote many new songs, probably making an album out of it.
I have three rock bands currently.
Pretty much I only use social networks to find music contacts and other musicians.
I have felt so, so tired... This musical training is so hard.
We rehearsal almost 3 times a week. About 2 hours.
It's stressful. Fucking Stressful
No time for nothing. No joy. Only work
I'm "the boy with a thorn in his side", Morrisey.



I've been dealing with so many new feelings and protocols outside. Sitting in my car waiting for my girl.
I never cry. Only when angels deserve to day.
I dream. When I don't get that denied.
I don't look back in anger. Only when Sally does.
I don't write tragedies. Maybe sins.
I don't say no. You say yes,
I'm not a weirdo. I'm a creep.
I'm not hard. I'm stronger, better, faster, stronger.
I'm not happy. I'm caught in a bad romance.