
Nothing feels good like you in
red and blue jeans and your white and night things.
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Nothing feels good like you in
red and blue jeans and your white and night things.
Ayer no fue un buen dia, fue un dia dedicado a pensar cosas que nunca son buenas pensar.
Venia manejando al trabajo, obviamente pensando en que jodido habia estado el dia de ayer, cuando sono el cel.
“Hola Paco, sigues en tu casa …”
Lo primero que pense es que haria un favor tempranero … que seria bueno empezar brincando paro, pero no fue asi.
Las cosas siempre … siempre siempre siempre tendran la capacidad de tornarse mas jodidas en un instante.
Descansa en paz Beatriz … and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest …
Odio dejarle las cosas a la suerte, pero que le vamos a hacer …

she can’t tell me that all of the love songs have been written,
’cause she’s never been in love with you before.
your skin smells lovely like sandalwood.
your hair falls soft like animals.
i’m tryin’ to keep cool, but everyone likes you.
i want to kiss the back of your neck,
the top of your spine where your hair hits,
and gnaw on your fingertips and fall asleep,
i’ll talk you to sleep.
but i’ll be the one, i will have chosen.
i’m tryin’ to keep cool, but everyone here likes you
i’m not the only one.
your skin smells lovely like sandalwood.
your hair falls soft like animals,
and nothing else matters to me.
she can’t tell me that all of the love songs have been written,
’cause she’s never been in love with you before.
your hand,
so hot,
burns a hole in
my hand.
i wanted to show you.
Hoy se fue Diana a Queretaro a pasar un verano de ñoños.
Que te vaya muy bonito …


It was familiar to me, the smoke too thick to breathe.
The tile floors glistened; I slowly stirred my drink.
And when you started to sing, you spoke with broken speech
That I could not understand, and then you grabbed me tightly.
I won’t let go, I won’t let go. Even if you say so, oh no.
I’ve tried and tried with no results. I won’t let go, I won’t let go.
He then played every song from nineteen ninety three.
The crowd applauded as he curtsied bashfully.
Your eyelashes tickled my neck with every nervous blink,
And it was perfect until the telephone started
Ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing off…
Dios!!! que fue eso??? Se los juro que pense que iba a morir!!!
Primero vientos muy fuertes, tierra por todos lados … y despues paso lo inimaginable
agua caia del cielo … que cosa tan mas extraña, solo espero que no sea algo malo.