Llueve, nadie se mueve. Sí el agua moja la plaza, la muerte se vuelve a su casa.

A ver. Está lloviendo. Me encanta la lluvia. Ha estado nublado. Me caga el sol. Me gusta que las nubes tapen el sol. Tengo dulces de canela y chicles.

¿Qué más puedo querer?
Es un milagro de la navidad.

Así que, disfrutando de mi nueva paranoia (¡gracias Dan Brown y Carlos Ruiz Zafón!) y de la recién llegada lluvia y el clima navideño, les dedico una canción que realmente me gusta.

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking, squealing, gucci little piggy
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name? I guess he does...

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
That's it sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!