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Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.
The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a Kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters been muggin’ on me all night long,
They say “Aha, ahha”,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say “Aha, ahha”,
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say “Aha, ahha”,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
Now she sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
My Adam Barton tattoos,
But she can’t say “what’s up”,
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters been muggin’ on me all night long,
They say “Aha, ahha”,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep Your Hands Off My Girl
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say “Aha, ahha”,
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say “Aha, ahha”,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
She, she, she don’t wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don’t wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be up out it,
I’m just trying to stay off out it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girl that came with him,
They like that’s not the boy she dates,
they keep on fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I’m wearing,
But the music keeps playing
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck in my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck in my chain.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters been muggin’ on me all night long,
They say “Aha, ahha”,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters mean muggin’ on me all night long,
They say “Aha, ahha”,
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got Bathing Ape,
I got DC and MADE,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain.
Parece que no publico mas que musica, pero que se le va a hacer, al fin y al cabo es una parte muy importante de mi vida, ya q me paso el dia entero escuchandola y siempre hay alguna cancion que quiero compartir con vostros, a ver q os parece…
Hoy les toca el turno a “The ramones” la mitica banda neoyorquina pionera del punk en los 80. Dsd el 74 al 96, se podria decir que crearin el punk e influenciarian a muchos otros grupos de los 90 (Rancid, U2, Marilyn Manson, The pretenders, Pearl Jam, green day y todo el punk rock de los 90).
“Someboy to love” pertenece al album “Acid eaters” de 1993, estoy seguro que alguna la vez la habreis escuchado, y si no esta, alguna version.
“Somebody To Love”
When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joys within you dies
don’t you want somebody to love
don’t you need somebody to love
wouldn’t you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
When the garden flowers baby are dead yes
and your mind is full of red
don’t you want somebody to love
don’t you need somebody to love
wouldn’t you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
but in your head baby I’m afraid you don’t know where it is
don’t you want somebody to love
don’t you need somebody to love
wouldn’t you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
tears are running ah running down your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest
don’t you want somebody to love
don’t you need somebody to love
wouldn’t you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
Melomano, me dicen algunos…..
Hello
I’ve waited here for you
Everlong
Tonight
I throw myself into
and out of the red out of her head she sang
Come down and waste away with me
down with me
Slow out you wanted it to be
over my head, out of my head she sang
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I’ll ever ask of you
you’ve got to promise not to stop when I say when
Breathe out
so I can breathe you in
Hold you in
and now
I know you’ve always been
out of your head out of my head I sang
Hacia muxo q no posteaba nada, es curioso, siempre vuelvo… lo exaba de menos.
Ahora suena: Personal Jesus – Johnny Cash (Version Original)
Y ahora suena: Personal Jesus – Harald Thune (Version Country)
Y ahora: Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode (Version Electronica)
Ahora suena: Personal Jesus – Gravity kill (Version Hard Rock)
Sonando: Personal Jesus – Richard Cheese (Version Lounge)
Y por ultimo suena: Personal Jesus – Marilyn Manson (Version Metal)
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who cares
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who’s there
Feeling unknown
and you’re all alone,
flesh and bone,
by the telephone,
lift up the receiver,
i’ll make you a believer
Take second best,
put me to the test,
things on your chest,
you need to confess,
i will deliver,
you know i’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone who cares
Your own, personal, Jesus
someone to hear your prayers,
someone to care
Feeling unknown
and you’re all alone,
flesh and bone,
by the telephone,
lift up the receiver,
i’ll make you a believer
i will deliver,
you know i’m a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Keep the noise low.
She doesn’t wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does “the show me around.”
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don’t recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, “This is so messed up.”
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he’d headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn’t wanna blow it.
He’s wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of…
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it’s choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.
This doesn’t seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn’t feel so prepared.
She’s breathing quiet and smooth.
He’s gasping for air.
“This is the first and last time,” he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He’s holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She’s moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she’s probably only looking for se-…
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of…
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it’s choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of…
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it’s choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Ahora suena: Sic Transit Gloria – Brand new
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
Well I’ve never seen us act like this
Our only hope is the minds of kids
And they’ll show us a thing or two
Our only weapons are the guns of youth
It’s only time before they tighten the noose
And then the hunt will be on for you
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
No… The Red Flag waving never meant the same
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
Like the smallest bee packs a sting
Like a pawn checkmates a King
We’ll attack at the crack of dawn
Build a ladder if there’s a wall
Don’t be afraid to slip and fall
Speak for yourself or they’ll speak for you
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
No… The Red Flag waving never meant the same
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
Like a fire
Don’t need water
Like a jury
Needs a liar
Like a riot
Don’t need order
Like a madman
Needs a martyr
We don’t need them [x8]
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
The Red Flag waving never meant the same
The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
When they live in the sins of yesterday
(we don’t need them) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
(we don’t need them) The Red Flag waving never meant the same
(we don’t need them) The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
(we don’t need them) When they live in the sins of yesterday
(we don’t need them) Cast off the crutch that kills the pain
(we don’t need them) The Red Flag waving never meant the same
(we don’t need them) The kids of tomorrow don’t need today
(we don’t need them) When they live in the sins of yesterday
We don’t need them!!
Musica: Red Flag – Billy Talent
Hit Me, Hit Me, Hit Me
With all you got
Just a superficial girl
who cares a lot
About attentions that you get
They connect the dots
To form a target on your back
Take your best shot
Who loves you?
Who needs you?
The paint’s peeling off the wall
That’s it, that’s all.
Who loves you?
Who needs you?
The itch makes your skin crawl
That’s it, that’s all.
That’s it
That’s all
Head to the wall
Head to the wall
[Chorus:]
Life’s staring you, breaking through
Hold on tight to the radio
It’s sad but true
Coming to the end of your life starring you
Breaking through
Hold on tight to the radio
It’s sad but true
Coming to the end of near you
Give me. Give me. Give me
Got no heart to rot
When the scars and insecurities,
they hit the spot
And the acceptance that you crave
Is all for not
Left a crosshair on your head
Take your best shot
Who loves you?
Who needs you?
Always waiting for a call
That’s it, that’s all
Who loves you? Who needs you?
Sets you up for a fall
That’s it, that’s all
Head to the wall
Head to the wall.
[Chorus]
Musica: Rated U for ugly – Zebrahead (Descargar, o pincha sobre la caja)
There’s something cold and blank behind her smile
She’s standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
(coma):
“Cause you were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
today today to run away”
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won’t save her from herself
Her mouth was an empty cut
And she was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls
(coma):
“You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
today today to run away”
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won’t save her from herself
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won’t save her from herself
“You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today”
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won’t save her from herself
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won’t save her from herself
Musica: Coma White – Marilyn Manson (Descargar)
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don’t miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven’t missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Only when I stop to think
About you, I know
Only when you stop to think
About me, do you know
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Cancion: (I Hate) Everything about you – Three Days Grace
Parece que este va a ser el verano de los festivales, que si summercase, que si creamfields, q si sonorama…. todo el mundo llendo y viniendo de un sitio a otro, de la playa ala montaña… y yo mientras pudriendome y comiendome todo el calor de Madrid por culpa del trabajo…
El otro dia me preguntaron… “Si pudieras ir al festival que quisieras… ¿A cual irias???” Pues ahora lo tengo muy claro, al WOODSTOCK del 94, ESTA CLARO!!! menudo cartelazo, Zucchero, Bob Dylan, Metallica, los Red hot chilli peppers, Aerosmith, The Cranberries, Counting Crows, Cypres Hill, Santana… y Green Day!!!
Joooo eso si es un festival, no todos los dias se le puede tirar barro a Billy Joe y verle comerse un … ejem… no tiene precio.
Para muestra… un boton.
“When I Come Around”
I heard you crying loud,
all the way across town
You’ve been searching for that someone,
and it’s me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Don’t get lonely now
And dry your whining eyes
I’m just roaming for the moment
Sleazin’ my back yard so don’t get so uptight
you been thinking about ditching me
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I’ll be found
When I come around
I heard it all before
So don’t knock down my door
I’m a loser and a user so I don’t need no accuser
to try and slag me down because I know you’re right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing
was ever there
You can’t go forcing something if it’s just
not right
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I’ll be found
When I come around
When I come around
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I’ll be found
When I come around
When I come around
When I come around
When I come around
Musica: When I come around – Green Day
You can look, but you can’t touch
I don’t think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do
Heaven knows what you’ve got to prove
I think I’m paranoid
And complicated
I think I’m paranoid
Manipulated
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me
Break me
Breaking down is easy
All I want is you
I fall down just to give you a thrill
Prop me up with another pill
If I should fail, if I should fold
I nailed my faith to the sticking pole
I think I’m paranoid
Manipulated
I think I’m paranoid
Too complicated
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me
Break me
Breaking down is easy
All I want is you
I think I’m paranoid
I think I’m paranoid
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me
Break me
Breaking down is easy
All I want is you
Steal me, deal me, anyway you heal me
Maim me, tame me, you can never change me
Love me, like me, come ahead and fight me
Please me, tease me, go ahead and leave me
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
As long as I want you baby it’s alright
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
As long as I want you baby it’s alright
La cancion mas caliente de Garbage, sin duda alguna… y que mujer Shirley Manson, la peliroja de mis fantasias…. hmmmmmmm, 
Musica: Garbage – I Think I´m Paranoid
Falling, I’m falling
Falling, I’m Falling
Have you ever walked through a room
But it was more like the room passed around you
Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through
Have you ever been at someplace
Recognizing everybody’s face
Until you realized that there was no one there you knew
Well I know
Some days, my soul’s confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, I’m so outshined and out of time
Have you ever
Falling, I’m falling
Falling, I’m falling
Have you ever buried your face in your hands
Cause no one around you understands
Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be
Have you ever felt like there was more
Like someone else was keeping score
And what could make you whole was simply out of reach
Well I know
Someday I’ll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I’ll get it straight but not today
Have you ever
Falling, I’m falling
Falling, I’m falling
Some days, my soul’s confined and out of mind
Sleep forever
Some days, my darkest friend is me again
Have you ever
Someday I’ll try again and not pretend
This time forever
Someday I’ll get it straight but not today
Have you ever
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I’d like to think the world is a better place
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I’d like to make the world be a better place
When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay
So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I’d like to think the world is a better place
I’d like to leave the world as a better place
I’d like to think the world
Llevo escuchando esta cancion desde los 14 años, y desde entonces, siempre que la e escuchado me e identificado con ella… sera siempre asi?? parece q hay cosas que nunca cambian.
Musica: Have you ever – Offspring
“Fuck Authority”
Someday you gotta find another way, you better right your mind
and live by what you say
Today is just another day unless you set your sights and try to find a way
I say fuck authority
Silent majority
Raised by the system
Now it’s time to rise against them
We’re sick of your treason
Sick of your lies
Fuck no, we won’t listen
We’re gonna open your eyes
Frustration, domination, feel the rage of a new generation,
we’re livin’, we’re dyin’ and we’re never gonna stop, stop tryin’
Stop tryin’
Stop tryin’, stop tryin’
You know the time is right to take control,
we gotta take offense against the status quo
No way, not gonna stand for it today, fight for your rights,
it’s time we had our say
I say fuck authority
Silent majority
Raised by the system
Now it’s time to rise against them
We’re sick of your treason
Sick of your lies
Fuck no, we won’t listen
We’re gonna open your eyes
Frustration, domination, feel the rage of a new generation,
We’re livin’, we’re dyin’, we’re sick and tired of the endless liein’ Destroy,
Enjoy, your fucking world is our new toy, dominate, eliminate,
Your gonna feel the wrath, wrath of hate?
Fuck authority
Silent majority
Raised by the system
Now it’s time to rise against them
We’re sick of your treason
Sick of your lies
Fuck no, we won’t listen
We’re gonna open your eyes
Frustration, domination, feel the rage of a new generation,
we’re livin’, we’re dyin’ and we’re never gonna stop, stop tryin’
Stop tryin’
Stop tryin’, stop tryin’
Esto es lo que sonaba en mi iPod mientras corria… hacia tiempo que no la escuchaba.
Fantastica para correr y para liberar tensiones, hace no mucho se la ponian los punkys cuando corrian de la policia
Q LE DEN A LA AUTORIDAD!!!!! OI!
Musica: PennyWise – “Fuck Authority”
I took a walk around the world
To ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
But I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah
I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be
Something to do with you
I really don’t mind what happens now and then
As long as you’ll be my friend at the end
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be
There a-holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite
You called me strong, you called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times
I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head,
If not for me then you’d be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well,
Will you be there a-holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite
Yeah!!
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there
Holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I’m alive and well,
Will you be there a-holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite
Yeah!!
Tengo esta cancion metida en la cabeza desde que me han despertado esta mañana…
Hoy es Domingo, un poco caluroso, pero hace un dia explendido. Desde me habitacion escucho a los pajarillos cantar (Si, esos mismo en los que me cagado varias veces xq no me dejaban dormir… pero hoy me da =)
= esta tarde me voy un ratillo al retiro, a disfrutar del buen dia con las palomas y las ardillitas… jejeje. Hoy estoy contento.
cancion: Kryptonite – 3 Doors Down
UGH!
The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
I’m empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless
Ones who travel now in coffins
On the corner
The jury’s sleepless
We found your weakness
And it’s right outside our door
Now testify
Now testify
It’s right outside our door
Now testify
Yes testify
It’s right outside our door
With precision you feed me
My witness I’m hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire I’m choking on the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner
The jury’s sleepless
We found your weakness
And it’s right outside your door
Now testify
Yeah testify
It’s right outside our door
Now testify
Now testify
It’s right outside our door
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?
Now testify
Testify
It’s right outside our door
Now testify
Testify
It’s right outside our door
Una de mis caciones favoritas y un video q lo dice todo por si mismo… y dirigido por… (kien iba a ser…) Michael Moore.
Aunque es un poco antiguo (Poco anterior a las elecciones norteamericanas de 2001) no tiene ningun desperdicio, Aunq sin duda con el momento que me kedo es la cara de Bush despues de que aparezcan las lesbianas besandose… :s JAJAJAJA
Musica acida, critica y comprometida… pocos pueden hacer esto tan bien como Rage against the machine.
There’s not much going on today.
I’m really bored, it’s getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday’s coming, the day I hate.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn’t what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn’t even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn’t really what I’m looking for.
This is when I start to bite my nails.
And clean my room when all else fails.
I think it’s time for me to bail.
This point of view is getting stale.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn’t what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn’t even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn’t really what I’m looking for.
Na na na na na, we’ve all got choices.
Na na na na, we’ve all got voices.
Na na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn’t what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn’t even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn’t really what I’m looking for.
He wasn’t what I wanted, what I thought, no.
He wouldn’t even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
Like I was special, cuz I was special.
Na na na na na.
Pues lo mismo… pero cambiando de genero. Q dificil resulta encontrar a alguien q te haga sentir especial, verdad?? Tal vez solo tengamos una oportunidad en la vida… o tal vez es q pido demasiado….
…. kien sabe….
