Hay que decirlo, Ludmilla está muy, muy buena.
lo que suena: Madness, Miles Davis
finally we are no one. Finally we find it, it finds us, finally we get back and sink down, feel it coming through and get a glance of everything once again. We are watched by the same glance watching us as we watch ourselves, there in the couch, Mingus roaring his thunderblast nigro revolution, our minds lost and forgotten, causes and finality forever forgotten, our wishes and desperation forever forgotten, yet always active and pushing through. Finally we are no one, glitter and twang moving fast inside of us, molecules in movement, bodies, only bodies. It is just a matter of logic.
sonida: bonjour jeune fille, The Blow.