amigas, vamanos, vamanos!
You met an old friend, then you complained about being alone, a face in the crowd and she told you to think about all the people who feel the same as you. You took offence - you stand apart, there’s no one who could share the same kind of heart, and you told your old friend to stick her advice in a place no sun could shine and then you fell down, somehow you got dizzy, so why do you spin round and round?