39 years of the Metropolitano deserves Beethoven's Ninth, and I'm not walking in quietly — the satin is already doing half the singing. You're sitting next to me in the dark, right?
39 years of the Metropolitano deserves Beethoven's Ninth, and I'm not walking in quietly — the satin is already doing half the singing. You're sitting next to me in the dark, right?
Juanes opens the new arena in nine days and I've been fighting the ticket queue since before sunrise — the robe gave up somewhere around attempt three and the coffee's doing all the work now. Tell me you'd fight that queue with me?
Came back from the San Ignacio food stalls with a paper bag of leftovers and zero patience left for this zipper. The heels lost somewhere around the second arepa. Come finish what the festival started?
Festival Miradas opened today and I ducked into the back row of a screening instead of doing anything useful. The skirt lost its argument somewhere before the opening credits. Come take the empty seat next to me?
Medellín turns 350 today and the whole city is pouring into Parque Berrío for the orchestra and the ballet — I got here early enough to claim my spot and this dress slit is doing its own celebrating. Come squeeze into the crowd next to me?
Ritvales is done, the horns are retired, and the whole weekend is coming off piece by piece before it can follow me to bed. The wristbands stay on a little longer though. Come keep me company in the afterglow?
The horns are on and there is officially no talking me out of anything tonight — Medellín doesn't stand a chance. Tell me you're out there in something worse?
Halloween's tomorrow and the costume's still in pieces all over my bed — I tried it on and somehow ended up wearing less than I started with. Come help me put this back together?
El puente stretched out ahead of me and the rooftop is all mine. The top came off ten minutes ago and the sunscreen still needs someone else's hands. You coming up?
Funkoween's handing out prizes for best costume at Comuna 13 and I'm not leaving mine to chance — started on the face, the brush had other plans. Tell me I'm not done yet?