Sometimes I think I was born backwards, you know, come out my mum the wrong way. 

I hear words come pass me backwards. The people I should love, i hate. And the people I hate..

“Serás aquello en lo que enfoques” dijo un curda y le dio al termidor..

Si enfoco en vos me vuelvo hermosa; “gracias” beso al curda y me voy!