Archivo diario: 3 marzo, 2011
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Los que sueñan de día son conscientes de muchas cosas que escapan a los que sueñan sólo de noche.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Ayer comprobé in situ la lamentable situación del sistema de ventilación de los sotanos del C d S de Alameda. Toneladas de polvo, detritus y tomas de aire directamente del nivel inferior del paseo del Prado.
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Hang on the telephone wires / that follow me through the land
the rails I recognise in my hands/ I draw black dots in my palms
give them names and discover a brand new world
No matter how far i go
no matter I still catch myself
In me I can invent a new landscape / i’ve got trains advancing through my veins
i build stations and playgrounds for my mind / to wander around
the nicotine and games i can invent all over again
but no matter how far I go
No matter I still catch myself
‘Cause I’m tired of looking out / so I’ll hide in my world
all soft with words / frontiers lost
in my things / in my eyes
In the touch I’ll never have
But no matter how far I go/ no matter I still catch myself.