3:31PM. Hangover, of course. Amanecer con el atardecer, no está mal. Big trip. And... Calexico (Garden Ruin & Tool Box).Por cierto. Si es que no-y-que-no-que-no con lo de la pérdida, te puedo intentar marear con la vergüenza, a ver si cuela el pulpo: "Being shamed is not unlike being in love. The blush resonates with the first flush of desire. It carries the uncertainty about oneself and about the object of love; the world is revealed anew and the skin feels raw. Shame makes us quiver." (E. Probyn, Blush).
