“My days are brighter than morning air.
Ever-green pine and autumn blue.
But all my days were twice as fair, if I could share my days with you.

My nights are warmer than firecoals.
Incense and stars, and smoke-bamboo.
But night’s ‘d be warm beyond compare.. if I could share my nights with you.”

Y ahora los ensayos de comedia musical se volvieron torturantemente insoportables, sólo porque un compañero usa el perfume 212 de Carolina Herrera.

Memoria sensorial, no te bannnnnnnnnnnnnco.