Tejimos una historia con bolsas de feria, las de colores. Es algo que tiene mucha onda; a las niñitas de nuestros lugares predilectos les encanta. Diseño independiente.
Nosotros fuimos diseño independiente; una cosa que tú y yo llegaríamos a entender. Cosa de proximidades, de sabernos más de la cuenta. De excesos, tal vez.
El punto es que, como toda bolsa de plástico, no pasamos la prueba de fuego; yo, bolsa verde, y tú, roja, nos derretimos. Y a nadie le gusta ese plástico, pegote, que se deforma.
Entonces?
El reciclaje? Cosas de tiempo. No sé. Hoy somos tóxicos parece, y yo me desarmé. Es la constante en mi usar esa palabra, desarmarse, y suena tan patético como yo en mi cabeza, como yo en mis ecos del ayer, como yo envuelto en eso que siendo tan especial se convierte en algo tabú; Sentir o algo así.
I asked you a question
I didn't need you to reply
Is it getting heavy?
But they realize
Is it getting heavy?
Well I thought it was as
already as heavy as can be
Is it overwhelming
to use a crane to crush a fly?
It's a good time for Superman
to life the sun into the sky
Cause it's getting heavy
Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be
Tell everyone waiting for Superman
That they should hold on as best they can
He hasn't dropped them, forgot them, or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift
Cause it's getting heavy
Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be
Tell everyone waiting for Superman
That they should hold on as best they can
He hasn't dropped them, forgot them, or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift
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