Estranged

By Guns n' Roses

When you're talking to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone

So nobody ever told you baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to you baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see

Old at heart but I'm only (28) 18
And I'm much too young
To let love break my heart
Young at heart but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart

I don't know how you're suposed
To find me lately
And what more could you ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you?
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me

Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I musn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out

Still talking to myself
and nobody's home

So nobody ever told us baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to us baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see

When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
And now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
And you don't talk so loud
And you don't walk so proud
Any more, and what for?

Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own, and drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time
To read between the lines
'Cause I see the storm is getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything we've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die?

I'll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I'll have to make it through, this time- Oh this time
Without you

I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die

Movimiento Okupa en los lockers del Tec CCM

Esta mañana estaba en el pasillo correspondiente a mi locker asignado -lícitamente, el primer día de clases haciendo el inhumano esfuerzo de formarme a las 6 am en una línea de cacatúas- y escuché una voz masculina -¡un hombre en el vestidor!- a través de un walkie-talkie. Entró una fuerza armada de mujeres uniformadas de azul, impecablemente maquilladas al estilo 'Doña Elodia', marchando y buscando algo; estaban en acción, cazando algo incorrecto en tan perfecta institución.
Cuando mi curioso oído húmedo alcanzó a escuchar lo que farfullaban en sus aparatos, me percaté de que era una persecución para atrapar a la infractora de la Tec-ley que ocupó el locker 314 sin haberle sido asignado. Las mujeres llegaron hasta las duchas a preguntar a gritos quién había ocupado dicha propiedad temporalmente ajena.
En los siguientes semestres procuraré seguir las normas al pie de la letra... Jamás sabes cuándo te atraparán; el momento es inoportuno, podría ser hasta cuando uno está en pelotas...