Uno más, siempre

Estoy deshecha.

And you already know
Yet you already know
How this will end

There is no escape
From the slave catcher's songs
For all of the loved ones gone
Forever's not so long
And in your soul
They poked a million holes
But you never let them show
Come on its time to go

And you already know
Yet you already know
How this will end

Estoy deshecha. No valgo un centavo. Me limpio las lágrimas con una franela, porque el papel higiénico es... se daña ok? Que buena waipera que soy, hasta para eso con la franela... Pues, declaro hoy, 8 de enero... el día del gran final. O el gran comienzo.