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domingo, 20 de marzo de 2011
miércoles, 15 de diciembre de 2010
lo dejamos ser?

LO DEJAMOS SER?
CUANDO ME ENCUENTRO EN TIEMPOS DE PROBLEMAS
LA MADRE MARÍA VIENE HACIA MI
DICIENDO PALABRAS SABIAS, DÉJALO SER
Y EN MIS HORAS DE OSCURIDAD
ELLA ESTÁ PARADA JUSTO AL FRENTE MÍO
DICIENDO PALABRAS SABIAS, DÉJALO SER
DÉJALO SER, DÉJALO SER
SUSURRA PALABRAS SABIAS, DÉJALO SER
Y CUANDO LA GENTE CON EL CORAZÓN ROTO
QUE VIVE EN EL MUNDO ESTÉ DE ACUERDO
HABRÁ UNA RESPUESTA, DÉJALO SER
Y AUNQUE ELLOS PUEDAN SER SEPARADOS HAY
AÚN UNA OPORTUNIDAD DE QUE PUEDAN VER
HABRÁ UNA RESPUESTA, DÉJALO SER
DÉJALO SER, DÉJALO SER
HABRÁ UNA RESPUESTA, DÉJALO SER
Y CUANDO LA NOCHE ESTÁ NUBLADA
HAY AÚN UNA LUZ QUE BRILLA EN MI
BRILLA HASTA MAÑANA, DÉJALO SER
ME DESPIERTO CON EL SONIDO DE LA MÚSICA
LA MADRE MARÍA VIENE HACIA MI
DICIENDO PALABRAS SABIAS, DÉJALO SER
DÉJALO SER, DÉJALO SER
SUSURRA PALABRAS SABIAS, DÉJALO SER...

miércoles, 8 de diciembre de 2010
My heart stops when you look at me♥

Inspiracion me defraudas, nunca llegaste.
Hablemos de algo que me preocupa mucho y real, me tiene sin cuidado solamente creo que todos estaran deacuerdo en que, que horror que ahora todos se crean bloggers, bueno lo superaremos
como cuando todos se creian bien vintage o fotografos o emos.
Cambiando ligeramente de tema.
Como siempre o como casi siempre
la política condujo a la cultura
así que por la noche concurrieron al teatro
sin tocarse una uña o un ojal
ni siquiera una hebilla o una mang
a .
Los formales y el frio - Mario Benedetti
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight♫
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight♫

martes, 5 de octubre de 2010
CON-MI-GO
Digamos que no es para nadie, decimos muchas cosas, asi que solo digamos...
CONTIGO♥;



CONTIGO♥;
Y sólo quiero vivir contigo Y sólo quiero bailar contigoY sólo quiero bailar contigo.

Sólo quiero estar contigo
Y quiero ser lo que nunca he sido.

Sólo quiero soñar contigo Sólo voy a cantar contigo.
Lo voy a hacer todo contigo Ya ves, sé lo que me digo...domingo, 13 de diciembre de 2009
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say why did you do it with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray
Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like roger moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in the place, but I cant get joy,
Thinking of you in the final throws, this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
You say when we're married cause youre not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion, jamaica and spain
Were like how we were again
I'm in the tub youre on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice lickle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
To truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled, yeah ya know that I'm no good
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say why did you do it with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray
Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like roger moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in the place, but I cant get joy,
Thinking of you in the final throws, this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
You say when we're married cause youre not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion, jamaica and spain
Were like how we were again
I'm in the tub youre on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice lickle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
To truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled, yeah ya know that I'm no good
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