A lo largo de su vida se sobrepuso a todo tipo de penurias. Fue maltratada por su hijo mayor, que la obligaba a vender todos los muebles y objetos de la casa para luego exigirle el dinero.
Cuando él finalmente ingresó en la cárcel , ella empezó a pintar las paredes de su casa.
Tanto le gustó que acabó gastando todo el dinero de su retiro en esta obsesión.
No se le resistió nada, paredes, techos, puertas.
The Ghost Inside Our House. Cloud cult
We saw a ghost inside our house
Or was it wishful thinking?
Oh God, don't leave us by ourselves
Or we're bound to take up drinking
Please send us a miracle
So I know that there is meaning
I said, "I think that it's a miracle
Just to be breathing"
So live on
Baby live on
Live on
Baby live on
Packed up my clothes in a grocery bag
I'm going to find the creator
An old man in the clouds or a happy little alien
Whoever it is I need to thank her
And even though I don't know God
I'm happy with the mystery
And I'm certain that I feel it
Every time that you sing to me
Songs
Life is like a song
It's a song
A humable song
I watched you sleep until 5 am
Cause I want to be part of your dreaming
Oh Love, don't leave me by myself
Or I'm bound to lose my meaning
We'll start a little family
And call it our religion
Hunt for ghosts inside our house
'Cause we'll never give up wishing
That we live on
May we live on
In our song
Our hummable song
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