Do you think I can have one more kiss?
I’ll find closure on your lips and then I’ll go.
Maybe, also, one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner. I’ll be full and happy and we can part.
But, in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time?
No me imagino siendo de otro país, amo tanto a mi México naco y estúpido en donde te puedes entretener con lo que quieras, programas de trasvestis, de chismes, realitys shows, la liga mx, en este país el que se aburre es porque quiere, siempre hay algo.
Jealous that virtually all Mexican cities have plazas and squares that enable mass gatherings like this. I’ve been to the one in Guadalajara and it’s immense. US cities have nothing like this. Times Square but a dim shadow compared to this. LA once had its plaza before yanks came
Her house burned down, the man she loved for over a decade cheated on her, she lost her voice, and her own father walked away when she needed him most. And through it all, she kept going, holding herself together. My heart aches for her. This song was meant for her