He comido en el Wok con Rafa que se ha apuntado a fitness... ... y he tenido uno de esos días de terror en los que piensas si realmente el trabajo en equipo significa algo para alguien en este mundo. Ay ay. Y cuando tu jefe se deja perilla ya entonces sí que la cosa es poco seria!
"argh" se ha vuelto a escapar. Pero por lo menos sabemos que sigue por ahí. Hola, "argh".
Cada vez queda menos, ya he efectuado los planes necesarios para que nuestra ida al bar de esta semana sea el miércoles y así el jueves poder estar aquí y verlo. Y preparar las maleeetas uo uo uo.
Y nada no sé pero yo me iría a la cama. Ya veremos a ver qué hago.
Y tengo un jarrachu...
Y hoy he cantado esta en el bus (early version):
Standing on the corner
suitcase in my hand
Jane is in her corset, Jack is in his vest
me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band
Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat
those were different times
Poets studied rules of verse
and ladies rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
You know that Jack, he is a banker
and Jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their money
when they come home from work
Sittin' by the fire
radio does play
"The March Of The Wooden Soldiers"
and you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Some people like to go out dancing
and other people they gotta work
There's even some evil ....
they'll tell you that life is just made out of dirt
That women never really faint
that villains always blink their eyes
That children are the only ones who blush
and that life is just to die
Anyone who ever had a heart
oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it
Anyone who ever played a part
they wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Heavenly wine and roses
seem to whisper to him, when she smile
Heavenly wine and roses
seem to whisper to him, when she smile
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