And I was thinking to myself,this could be heaven or this could be hellThen she lit up a candle and she showed me the wayThere were voices down the corridor,I thought I heard them say...Welcome to the Hotel California
Last thing I remember, I wasRunning for the doorI had to find the passage backTo the place I was beforerelax, said the night man,We are programmed to receive.You can checkout any time you like,But you can never leave!
Gracias ManuH, por encontarme. Cementerio de la Recoleta, nueve de agosto, dos mil nueve.