NOBODY HOME

"¿Encontraría a la Maga?

Y era tan natural cruzar la calle, subir los peldaños del puente, entrar en su delgada cintura y acercarme a la Maga que sonreía sin sorpresa, convencida como yo que un encuentro casual era lo menos casual en nuestras vidas."

Rayuela, Julio Cortázar

Is there anybody out there?... What has become of you?

THIS IS MY CITY

Turning my memories hoping to find out where all the loyatil's gone. The friends that I had then turned into strangers thinking of you, all alone. If you see me now you won't see me alone, if you see me I'll be headin' home. 'Cause this is my town, this is my city, through my eyes looks so pretty, this is my town, this is my city now. These are my people, this is my song, dirty streets where I belong, this is my town, this is my city now, this is my city now. Burnin' these pages our broken story, words are just strangers to me. Thought we could work this out, I was wrong you put the desparate doubt into me. If you see me now you won't see me alone, if you see me I'll be headin home. 'Cause this is my town, this is my city, through my eyes looks so pretty, this is my town, this is my city now. These are my people, this is my song, dirty streets where I belong, this is my town, this is my city now, this is my city now...