me han preguntao si estaba en Vietnam
así que por qué no?
Quiero mi sombrero de Vietnam!!!!!!
maldita sea!!!!!!!!
en escueladeescritores.com puedes elegir "la palabra más bella del castellano". yo opto por berberecho.
ni qué decir tiene que perdí la porra, y no sólo eso, sino que me reí de Sole cuando dijo "1-1". Qué jodía.
He visto The Man, Sky High, Fun with Dick and Jane y Rumor has it. Estoy esperando a Lama para ver Little Manhattan, ya que Car no va a venir a verla. Sale Bradley Whitford y NYC. A falta de DC, qué más se puede pedir?
Por lo demás, ha sido un fin de semana algo seco. Hasta he entrao al IRC. Qué le voy hacer si he nacido bajo un mal signo.
Toma Nick Cave!
It's been a pleasure dear
to find your treasure here
and scatter it across the sand
heaps of coins and ruby rings
and a yellow burdock sings
songs of sorrow to your memory
Well stand back from that window sill
im not holding you here against your will
well Im just trying my best to heal
this crazy old wounded moon
its alright
under this moon tonight
with you, dear
it's alright
under this moon tonight
Your mouth is a crimson boat
in which my kisses float
in silence to the sea
oh well I love your touch
I love it very much
deliriously
Your lover just called he's on the phone
I'm telling you kindly that your not alone
your smiling eyes shine like precious stones
falling from the sky
Well it's alright
under these stars tonight
with you baby it's alright
it's alright
under these stars tonight
let's get it on
and further more and in conjunction
and some other time and space
well all joy will come
to you, to me, to everyone
ah babe didnt we have it made
well love is sweet it is agreed
as we float in the shallows of the deep
and on a bed of seaweed sleep
among the pebbles and the sand
well it's alright
under this moon tonight
with you well it's alright
it's alright
under this moon tonight
Qué flipe.
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