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Spectre

  Spectre It seems like yesterday When you took me to church You put my veil down and you told me "Te amo mi amor" All the kids that we had Our trips to Ibiza The way we did acid and then left to New York so in love I can hear the bells from outside We are so happy and so in love. And now you are just a spectre Of my own dreams and wishes You never told me that you love me It was all in my head, baby You've always been a spectre My out of body experience All the lack of love I have It was always thrown at you, baby And I need to wake up Remember when you cried When I won that fuckin prize? We lift each other having headaches of that intense love Or when you met my cat? That was the edge of all We made out crying, kissing, fighting to not burst in laughs. Maybe I'm a little bit crazy But who can tell it wasn't truly? And now you are just a spectre Of my own dreams and wishes You never told me that you love me It was all in my head, baby

Too Real

  Too Real I wasnt waiting for someone like you but then, It just hit me like a big deja vu that you came around like that walking the street like a sweet lullaby. If somebody asks me what I want to do I'd tell walk my way until somebody like you destroying my eyes I didnt expect you like that.   Oh, it's just to real to be fake too ecstatic to be a fantasy (it hits) Oh, it's just to incredible, Imma move away from here before I lose my mind   Its too real, babe It's just too real, baby Too real to be faking It´s too real, babe It´s just too real, baby Put me into a test, let´s scream Oh, it's just to real to be fake too ecstatic to be a fantasy (it hits) Oh, it's just to incredible, Imma move away from here before I lose my mind   I'm as sweet as a sunflower poisonous as a bee always poisoned by your kisses polinating my way through   If I only had a warning to keep me away from you I think I would avoid  it cuz all the high

iNVESTIGADORES, NO POLICIAS - EL MONARCA CAP II

  ⦿ INVESTIGADORES, NO POLICÍAS Halley Kirkpatrick era una brillante criminalista, estudió durante tres años en una de las mejores universidades de Colorado, a pesar de la corrupción y mal manejo del gobierno estadounidense, ella quería estudiar criminalística. —Estás echando a perder esa mente brillante para trabajar con huesos— le decía su profesor de “Teorías antropológicas”, pero para Halley, lo más importante no era trabajar con huesos.  Ella decía que para llegar más allá, para alcanzar la verdad, había que indagar debajo de la tierra. No tuvo que pasar mucho tiempo antes de que Hampshire notara la increíble mente de su nueva asistente. Pero sabía que investigar en los Estados Unidos podría ser muy duro para una mujer. —Estamos en la cuna de los asesinos seriales, aquí, cualquier idiota puede ir al cine y masturbarse para así agarrar inspiración en cualquier loco con el que se sienta identificado, esto no es un lecho de rosas, es la vida real, la cruda realidad. En n