En primer lugar, he hecho una gráfica:
Como vemos, he señalizado los días de mayo, desde el día 1 al día 6 que es hoy, y en el eje de ordenadas he situado nuestro nivel de felicidad siendo 9 la máxima felicidad posible y siendo 0 infelicidad/tristeza, sí, está sólo hasta el 9, pero en serio, ¿tiene sentido poner un 10?
¿Cómo continuará la próxima semana? ¿Seguiremos descendiendo? ¿Llegaremos a la baja por depresión? Todo eso y mucho más en las próximas entradas.
Y, por supuesto, la canción que más ilustra la situación actual, especialmente se la dedico a mi amigo White, porque habla de nosotros:
White used to work on the top, but
college's been on strike
He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough
black works hard all the day working for her dream
She stand all the whores for love, for love
She says, we've got to give up on what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll die with a shot
Woah, we wont be there
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, I'm tired I swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer
White has been so much with a whore
Now he's holding in what he used to think is right
So tough, it's tough
Black dreams of running away
but she cries in the night, Karma whispers
Baby, it's all gone, so away
He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough
black works hard all the day working for her dream
She stand all the whores for love, for love
She says, we've got to give up on what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll die with a shot
Woah, we wont be there
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, I'm tired I swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer
White has been so much with a whore
Now he's holding in what he used to think is right
So tough, it's tough
Black dreams of running away
but she cries in the night, Karma whispers
Baby, it's all gone, so away
She says, we've got to
give up on what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll die with a shot
Woah, we wont be there
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, I'm tired I swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Oh, we've got to give up, ready or not
You live for the fight and it's all that you've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll die with a shot
Woah, we wont be there
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, I'm tired I swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Oh, we've got to give up, ready or not
You live for the fight and it's all that you've got
Woah, we wont be there
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, I'm tired I swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Woah, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, I'm tired I swear
Woah, livin' on a prayer

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