I need a stroke of luck.
I do not know why, but I am feeling more and more depressed in this city. Glasgow is lovely; the problem is me.
I know that what I am looking for is Mr Right, but maybe if I had good friends that would help to make me feel better and enjoy. That’s why I have started to remember last year in Granada.
I just want to go home and sleep. That’s all I want. Sleep and sleep. But I have to try to go on. But, as Marlango said in “Gran Sol”: “I suppose that’s normal, I suppose that’s average. But I refuse to think that’s life for me”.
<<<Song: Marlango – Gran Sol>>>
