lunes, 28 de marzo de 2011

Ser un Buddy Holly

Carlos, otro que tal, soñaba y deseaba, cómo no. Apenas tenía la veintena y ya se dedicaba al trueque, cambiaba minutos de su vida por ratos de imaginación. ¡Y todo sin salir de casa!
En su habitación, tocadiscos marchando, Buddy Holly sonando y él, en la cama tumbado.

"Love
many people
take it for a game
love is strange
you're in an awful fix
once you've had it
you never want to quit
'cos when you've had it
many people
they think love

they don't understand
is money in their hand
but your sweet love
and when you leave me
is better than a kiss
those kisses I will miss

Love, mmmm
many people, mmmm
love is strange"

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