Mentira. Primer pecado de este sitio. Bah... mentira u ocultamiento. Este blog narra partes de mí ocultas, oscuras. De un yo fictício o muy distinto al real o al que suelo mostrar. Mi otro yo.
24.10.07
Noche de miércoles 9
Sonnet (The Verve)
My friend and me Looking through her red box of memories Faded I'm sure But love seems to stick in her veins you know
Yes, there's love if you want it Don't sound like a sonnet, my lord Yes, there's love if you want it Don't sound like a sonnet, my lord My lord
Why can't you see That nature has its way of warning me Eyes open wide Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye
Yes, there's love if you want it Don't sound like a sonnet, my lord Yes, there's love if you want it Don't sound like a sonnet, my lord My lord
Sinking faster than a boat without a hull My lord Dreaming about the day when I can see you there My side By my side
Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord I stop to say hello 'Cause I think you should know, by now By now
Mandinga, se extrañan sus escritos tiro al blanco, sus pequeños dardos literarios, sus hogueras cotidianas, sus pecados... en fin. Se extraña Mandinga cazando pecadores en sus redes-post.
Que anda pasando por aca?
Mandinga, se extrañan sus escritos tiro al blanco, sus pequeños dardos literarios, sus hogueras cotidianas, sus pecados... en fin. Se extraña Mandinga cazando pecadores en sus redes-post.
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