Pienso que esto es lo mejor que ha existido nunca.
Gracias, Leyi, por esta sesión.
Una de las especies desciende de la otra; el hocico, las orejas... está claro.
No voy a poner nada más porque voy bastante behind schedule con el Ala.
El seat que hace ruido está aparcado en el mismo sitio a donde vino y luego se fue.
Hoy, Nick Cave, pues ya vuelve a tocar. Además hoy he hablado de él. Qué novedad.
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face
Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass
She's got a house-big heart where we all live
And plead and council and forgive
Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed
Her glove of bones at her wrist
That I have held in my hand
Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland
Her Godly body and its fourteen stations
That I have embraced, her palpitations
Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy"
Amongst the rubble of her body
Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped
Her fingernails, all pink and chipped
Her accent which I'm told is "broad"
That I have heard and has been poured
Into my human heart and filled me
With love, up to the brim, and killed me
And rebuilt me back anew
With something to look forward to
Well, who could ask much more than that?
A West country girl with a big fat cat
That looks into her eyes of green
And meows, "He loves you", then meows again
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