Ay, tengo muchas ganas de ir a ver a Iron Maiden. Encima como que de un día para el otro organicé toda la bola; Cobrar + ir a Yenny + comprar la entrada = Felicidad! (?) Pero no sé, la verdad que las entradas son caras, gastaría la mitad de mi sueldito (porque trabaje sólo 4 días) y lo peor de todo es que tengo que encontrar con quien ir, porque mi vieja cree que ir a un recital es ir a un matadero de personas. Como que las ganas se me fueron... Bah no, pero no estoy tan motivada digamos. Y no me parece que las vendan 4 meses antes del show. Si las quiero comprar después ya no me va a dar tiempo, pero bueno, veremos, en una de esas, se da. Miedo a la oscuridad. ¿Quién no lo tiene?

I am a man who walks alone
And when I’m walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it’s dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone’s allways there

Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you’re searching for the light?
Sometimes when you’re scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You’ve sensed that something’s watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one’s there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you’re sure there’s someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating wiches and folklore
The unkown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone’s allways there

When I’m walking a dark road
I am a man who walkes alone