fui a príncipe pío a ver si me compraba algo y así lo hice. ahh los domingos.
comimos kebab.
vino aiti a estropear el visionado de Tienes (ja ja, aiti)
He visto Eragon y sólo ha servido para alimentar mi gran deseo de tener un dragón bebé. ayyyy. qué monada por dios.
y he pasado un fin de semana en casa, limpiando como una ... jojo... y viendo brothers & sisters sin parar.
Por el Senador McCallister me haría republicana, sin duda.
Y nada más, estaba yo pensando en que Bondimor sería un dragón super majestuoso. Y Leyi... oh dios, qué rata con alas. Ay.
Bueno adiós.
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves &
no-one saw us but the trees.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen,
distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay
are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.
In the trees, those useless trees, etc.
You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees.
Go & tell it to the trees, yeah.
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