Sacando la vuelta… para variar. El colapso de fin de semestre se hace cada vez más evidente y yo –fiel a mi misma- me quedo en blanco y no hago nada. O bien, hago algo pero me distraigo fácilmente. Ando en la luna. O eso quisiera. Un viajecito a la luna no me haría mal. Sólo falta mi piloto. Lo estoy esperando…
She's taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying "Mamma never loved her much"
And "Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection"
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him…
I would fly to the moon and back if you'll be....
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby?
