sábado, mayo 10
You tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me, you don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders and your bird is green
But you can't see me, you can't see me
When your prized possessions start to weigh you down
Look in my direction, I'll be round, I'll be round
When your bird is broken will it bring you down
You may be awoken, I'll be round, I'll be round
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me, you can't hear me
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Muchas gracias Caro. Tus escritos ya tienen su lugar en mi lugar.
Un beso
Oaaaaa!
Sos grosa, desde que lei el post anterior la escuché como unas mil veces en el auto.
sombreros que son viboras abiertas con elefantes.
tambien hay viboras cerradas, a no espantarse.
No tantas, no tantas.. porque después te hartás.
A las personas grandes siempre hay que explicarles todo...
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