UNFORGETABLE KURT...

Recuerdo una fiesta hace muchos años atrás, ya habia pasado un año, hicimos una especie de gruta con velas, la foto del Cobain al medio. Después de la música, del dancing, de las 1, 2, 3, 4 de la mañana, después de los copetes, los vicios y después de todo, ya habia pasado un año, un curado anónimo que ni recuerdo daba jugo, lloraba, mirando la foto quemada, la mitad de la cara quemada con las velas del propio memorial.
In Bloom /Sell the kids for food /Weather changes moods /Spring is here again /Reproductive glands /He's the one /Who likes all the pretty songs /And he likes to sing along /And he likes to shoot his gun /But he knows not what it mean /Knows not what it mean /And I say /He's the one /Who likes all the pretty songs /And he likes to sing along /And he likes to shoot his gun /But he knows not what it mean /Knows not what it mean /And I say yeah /We can have some more /Nature is a whore /Bruises on the fruit /Tender age in bloom /He's the one /Who likes all the pretty songs /And he likes to sing along /And he likes to shoot his gun /But he knows not what it mean /Knows not what it mean /And I say /He's the one /Who likes all the pretty songs /And he likes to sing along /And he likes to shoot his gun /But he knows not what it mean /Knows not what it mean /And I say yeah /He's the one /Who likes all the pretty songs /And he likes to sing along /And he likes to shoot his gun /But he knows not what it mean /Knows not what it mean /And I say /He's the one /Who likes all the pretty songs /And he likes to sing along /And he likes to shoot his gun /But he knows not what it mean /Knows not what it mean /And I say yeah