Where is my friend when I need you most?

Se me está haciendo placer culporo esta canción de Duran Duran, ¿Dónde está lo grabe? Que me esta gustando tanto que esta a punto de dejar de ser culposo, para variar mi fin de semana se resume a ver películas muy de chicas cursis hasta decir basta, que pasan los sabados en televisión abirta.

¿Por que?, por que tengo un resfriado y solo me interesaba pasar el día en la cama viendo televisión, describí que también es porbable que esas películas cursis sean placer culposo, ¿Que saqué con todo esto?:

Ahora creo que mi “cold heart” necesita enamorarse otra vez y lo peor de todo es que no hay nadie quien siquiera me lata, y quien podría ocupar ese lugar que ¡ya un año atras! tenía cirta chica es, paracticamente imposible por cuestiones de ética porfesional, no deberia decir esto públicamente pero es la verdad, así que aqí les dejo la canción, del Gratest de Duran Duran:

Ordinary World.

Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,
Thought I heard you talking softly.
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio,
Still I can’t escape the ghost of you.
What has happened to it all?
“Crazy,” some would say.
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away…

But I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world,
Somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world,
I will learn to survive.

Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say:
“Pride will tear us both apart.”
Well now pride’s gone out the window, cross the rooftops, run away,
Left me in the vacuum of my heart.
What is happening to me?
“Crazy,” some would say.
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away…

But I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world,
Somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world,
I will learn to survive.

(Ooh, Ahh, Ooh)

Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed.
Fear today, forgot tomorrow… ooh
Here beside the news of holy war and holy need,
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk.

And I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world,
Somehow I have to find.
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world,
I will learn to survive.

Everyone,..
If My World…
Everyone…

Any world…
Is my world…
Every world…
Is our world…
Anyone.

isn’t nostry?

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