¿qué diría el locutor ingenioso de nosotros?
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5 comments:
con una foto así, no hay locutor ingenioso que no enmudezca
Que deberíamos dejar de dar vueltas los unos a los otros...
..y mirarnos a los ojos ya...
..por fin...
Besos, Paz
(Recuerda que me lo cambiaste...)
G.
No diré nada.
Besos listillos
suspiraría.
Es lo mejor que podría hacer!!
"Te divise al final de la calle,
yo quería salir corriendo
pero no fue el amor tan cobarde"
(deluxe)
(entre nosotras, siempre me dio miedo lo que el locutor ingenioso pudiera decir de mí, pero que quede entre nosotras...)
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