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Atardecer en "Las pesquerías reales", La Boca del Asno, en las frías aguas del Rio Eresma, Segovia.

Después de un fin de semana intenso de exámenes en Madrid, el domingo encontramos un respiro en la zona Segoviana de los pinares de Valsaín, La Granja de San Ildefonso, el embalse del Pontón, La Pradera, Riofrío, Los Asientos y La Boca del Asno. Con el B2 de inglés de Cambridge en la maleta, el primer ciclo de grado superior y la mitad del segundo superados, volvemos al sur con ganas de seguir estudiando... y disfrutando. No hay edad para seguir creciendo. La felicidad es cuestión de actitud. Seguimos.

Matthew Sweet - Sick of Myself. Madrid, sala El Sol 11-12-2018


¡Qué conciertazo!

Sick of Myself.

You don't know how you move me
Deconstruct me and consume me
I'm all used up, I'm out of luck I am star struck

By something in your eyes
That is keeping my hope alive

But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try
And I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know

I'll take or leave the room to breathe
The choice to leave you
I'll throw away a chance at greatness just to make this

Dream come into play
I don't know if I'll find a way

'Cause I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try

And I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know
I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know

There's something in your eyes
That is keeping my hope alive
But I'm sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world that's ugly and a lie
It's hard to even want to try

And I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know
I'm beginning to think
Baby you don't know

One more time