Monday, June 19, 2006

Bueno aquí estamos Leyi y yo en el descanso, bastante indignadas, pero aún así animando a la selección.

Hoy he cumplido una de las dos promesas que hice. He vuelto directa a casa desde el trabajo.
A la hora de comer, Rafa ha descubierto lo que es un mp3 y como siempre se han portado mal con él. Pero a veces es inevitable reir.
Por lo demás, he invertido la tarde o el trocito de tarde en pensar recopilación de nueva música gustable de Pec volumen 900. Y en estar con Leyi, claro, se ha puesto taaan contenta de estar conmigo...

Ah, ayer Padre fue al Burger y a pesar de todos estos años pidiendo big king sólo carne y queso, se dejó convencer por un dependiente ignorante de que el cheeseburger era exactamente eso. Yo a veces no entiendo... Rice Krispies Rice Krispies!

Marina, cómprame Rice Krispies... El viernes comemos en Barceloooona... vale?
Tengo que ir a darle a Pat lo que le quiero llevar a Car... ay ay.

Bueno, que va a empezar la segunda fatídica parte más vale remontar porque mi habitación tiene rejas y no me puedo tirar por la ventana o me daría un gran cabezazo...


I was walking down the street with my chains tied up to my feet
I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk
Now this street tells the same old boring tale that has failed in so many ways of life
To trust its stories you`ve got to be dull as them

And all the love I`ve got in here
You`ve just killed you peasants didn`t even care
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here you`ve just stolen
You peasants didn`t even care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch, my golden hand
Cause it`s guarded by your promises

I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand
I watched her beauty from an armchair
I said Hey girl have you seen that film with those kids in New York in the eighties
Oh, you have... Well, can I watch it with you anyway?

And all the love I`ve got in here...

Congratulation Mr. Major you savior, betrayer, you stinking master of trusts
How does it feel to ride all those horses
You cannot touch our hearts when we`re in bloom
I assume that we`ll win over the heads again
We conceal non, you`ll feel none, that`s what I promise
And all the love we`ve got in store, you can`t kill
You peasants! We won it all

And the love I have for her you cannot touch, my golden hand,
Cause it`s guarded by your filthy promises
And all the love I`ve got in here...

Honey I love you, like the summer falls
And the winter crawls you`re above and beyond me...

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