Bag of Bones

    This is it, the sound sounds like in the past and echoes in the future, A dry life... Well, that's not my life!

   A day after the other, I keep going on the trip which is this crazy life, going anywhere until I find a sense or not, while I drink a bottle of icy blond the time goes by, the sobriety goes away and the music continues to play repeatedly without losing its sense or its value – why now? – the show continues.

   A fourth bottle makes me remember the old times... This is the sound, yes, this is the sound, I've never felt so alive, I was already singing, the time goes by but some habits are forever, drinking a beer on Saturdays, getting that girl who makes you crazy on the bed. The innocence of that woman that conquered me, a teenager's way, another day I was drunk and the remembrance of her face came to me.

    The craziness of a night can't be expressed, an empty bottle of whiskey and some panties strewn around the house, the smell of smoke and the pouty lips of a brunette woman on my bed... so I kept going... Everything is not but a craziness...