el techo de mi quarto

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Jaime Sin Tierra is beautiful. they make moving music. no matter how i feel:

¿Hola, hola, qué tal? Quiero hablar con alguien que me quiera

Esta vez quería hablar con alguien que me quiera

("Hello, hello, how about this? I want to talk with someone who loves me
This time I wanted to talk with someone who loves me")

never fails to make me cry. its the voice. the pleading, shaky voice. the message. loneliness. and the message is repeated, over and over, until the track ends, in which it is cut short by some kind of impact. i imagine it to be the head of the caller against some surface, tired of conveying a message no one responds to. it, i think, touches on the idea of the acknowledgement of the fourth wall while keeping entirely within the fiction-room's boundaries. i feel as though it is a call for me, the listener. am i the operator, to route the call? to listen to the request and fufill it? am i that
someone who cares? to listen to the voice y cuidar por el? either way, i feel as though i am a part of this plea. its subject. it makes me cry every time.

y eso fue todo que escrite aqui
por que fue todo que quieria escribir