He perdido el autobús...
Y he llorado en el metro (que no vuela) y he tiritado en el taxi...y he llorado en mi casa y me he emborrachado con zumo de naranja
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4 comments:
Asi que me quede con ganas de cantar(te), de darte un solo de armonica (Sing us the song, you the piano man...), de ponerme que me hablaras de madrid, ya que no puedo ofrecerte una partidita de mus (ni mucho menos una fulanita de tal). Regresamos a los Beatles, y solo espero que alguna vez te decidas (a la hora) to get back.
See you soon
yo me he emborrachado con ojos medio llenos
y he llorado en amaneceres que no vuelven
pero has cantado los beatles hasta quedarte sin voz;), bailando la música de cuando el rock era rock.
Angie... Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie... Angie... where will it lead us from here?
That's it, i guess. Missed chances, reappeared chances.
Me encantó bailar contigo...
En el metro, el día d a la hora h, una armónica se llevó las lágrimas y me habló de un hombre y su piano, has dado en el clavo-
LO bonito de un amanecer, es lo que lo hace diferente...lo efímero, el momento, el salto.
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