3, 2, 1... Fly me to the moon

A dos dias de partir, como me chinga ver el blog vacio, tanto que lo eliminaria, pero quizas hacerlo privado, me agrada tener este espacio despues de todo.

Now lets see fly me to the moon a two winged airplane carry wicked charms across the nations, past mississippi, away from the orleans, the blues can you feel it? Yes? No? I can. Well I`ve got that feeling dragging down, drink up baby look at the stars, I`ll kiss you again between the bars, keep you apart, drowned in my heart, drink up baby toast to the secret keeping the stars apart.

Now fly me back to that dirty old hometown, with the dull faces and the traffic jams, anxiety building up rush hour, ain`t these the days of our lives? Fly me back, set the controls for the heart of the sun, the dead valley of sketchy mexico, in our heads, in our heads its still falling, still collapsing. What`s in the name? Fly me back to that dust I do belong, tear me apart from my nails grounding to the soil of an ice cube.

Thrown back, thrown up. Is this the nostalgie of life? Want that what you can not have? Still the world goes around, la vie en rose does flood any hometown. I dont think I am thought.

Fly me to the moon
let me play amongst the stars
let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars...

in other words
Lvcy