Recuerdo, recuerdo...

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo in so much space.

And when you're out there, without care, yeah, I was out of touch; but it wasn't because I didn't know enough. I just knew too much.

And I hope that you are having the time of your life; but think twice, that's my only advice.

Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? Ha ha ha bless your soul. You really think you're in control?

And it's no coincidence I've come; and I can die when I'm done.

Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe you're crazy. Maybe we're crazy. Probably.

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy.

Profunda, lenta pero perceptible. Roja, dirían los que observan pues así se manifestaba en su rostro, sucio rostro, que contribuía añadiendo inseguridad al halo de moho que cubría su cuerpo. Histeria.

Imagen: profunda.