Saturday, April 15, 2006


Lo mejor, la pizza de pizza perro.
Ay pizza perro qué buenos ratos nos dio.
Y qué ricos.

Por lo demás es aguantar a dos tipas que no hacen más que hablar de Pete Doherty por aquí y por allá. Ay ay ay.
(ja ja)

Debo 20 euros a Aiti y debo encauzar de nuevo mi vida a no salir con pronóstico de lluvia ni de dar charlitas de las mías con 7 cervezas encima.

Y habría que tirar la cámara de Patricia a un pozo la próxima vez.

Mi casa es tan bonita que no sé qué hacer ya con ella.


She walks in beauty like the night
Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers
Pornographic and tragic in black and white
My marilyn come to my slum for an hour

I’m aching to see my heroine
I’m aching been dying for hours and hours

She walks in the beauty of a magazine
Complicating the boys in the office towers
Rafaella or della the silent dream
My marilyn come to my slum for an hour

I’m aching to see my heroine
I’m aching been dying for hours and hours,
Been dying for hours and hours

She walks in beauty like the night

Hypnotizing the silence with her powers
Armageddon is bedding this picture alright
My marilyn come to slum for an hour

I’m aching to see my heroine
Aching, been dying for hours and hours
I’m 18, I need my heroines
Aching, been dying for hours
Oh and I’m never alone now
Now I’m with her

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