Esto Se Está Hundiendo

Time flies by so fast! You can't carry too much if you want to move quick. Life's for the brave. After all, it's just a few days and time doesn't give enough time. It goes by fast, like that white jacket of mine that went out of style before I even wore it, and shows, the bastard, the trap as soon as the game is over. This is sinking. Hurry up and come. I'm calling you from a booth, the only one that works in the city. Leave everything. Step out of your shell and hurry, or we'll be late. We need to shake off the habits we keep and don't like, the heartbreaks we have to purge, the hidden shames that neither feed nor let us eat. With the diplomas and resentments, let's set fire to the trunk of disguises.
Spread the ashes to the wind and reclaim the childhood that died too soon. This is sinking. Hurry up and come. I'm calling you from a booth, the only one that works in the city. Leave everything. Step out of your shell and hurry, or we'll be late.