el recurso de disfraces llega a su fin. 1990. guerra del golfo. pec. ya empezaba con mi gripe aviar.

pues huele a pintura (por mi nueva cajonera que fotografiaré en cuanto me sea buenamente posible).
comí con lama.

leyi ha dormido dentro de la nevera portátil. es taaaaaaaan mona.

quiero ver harry.

al estanquero le gustan sisters of mercy. a mí no, a mí me gusta el country auténtico.

Memories Are Made Of This - Johnny Cash

Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy
Memories are made of this.

Don't forget a small moonbeam
Fold it lightly with a dream
Your lips and mine to sip the wine
Memories are made of this

Then at the wedding bells
One house where lovers dwell
Three little kids for the flavor
Stir carefully through the day
See how the flavor stays
These are the dreams that we must savor

With His blessings from above
Serve it generously with love
One man, one wife, one love for life
Memories are made of this