Bajas al bar y allí te creces. Te crees que eres ese que nunca has sido. Opinas de todos y de todo mientras te metes 2 ó 3 cañas en compañía de amigos desconocidos de barra. Cambiarías todo menos a ti mismo. Dirigirías el mundo a golpe de periódico deportivo, de cultura refrita del día anterior.

Yo, mientras, te espero en casa, sola, preguntándome cuándo dejé de ser la reina de tu casa.

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You go down to the bar and there you get all full of yourself. You think that you are that one you have never been. You give your opinion about everyone and everything while you drink 2 or 3 beers in company of bar unkown friends. You would change everything except yourself. You ́d manage the world at a sports newspaper blow, of yesterday’s rehash of culture.

Meanwhile I am waiting for you at home, alone, wondering when I stopped being the queen of your house.

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