novios-mamas

You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.

Alguien le gasta una broma pseudo-estúpida a Quique por la calle, cosa que nunca comprenderé. Pablo me mira con cara de «¿tú te has enterado de qué acaba de pasar?» y nuestra telepatía falla por un momento, con lo que me tengo que conformar con expresar mis pensamientos con palabras y delante de los niños.

With Spanish, a language that is used so widely all over the world, with so many different cultural differences, how do you approach a text?