¿Por qué los estudiantes de poesía romántica y los editores se visten de negro?
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en las fiestas bailamos "Spanish Bombs" (¿¿??) yo me sentía mal por que no estaba con mi corazón.
no sé por qué
me cae tan mal la mesera de The Village Coffee, de verdad no puedo ni dejarle la propina... se la dejo pero lo lamento, lamento profundamente que tenga que pedirle cosas o que me pregunte si necesito algo. Hay otra, es La Mesera Buena, y tiene cara de osito cariñosito, pero por alguna razón sólo me ha tocado Majim Boo las últimas veces. Y esa razón es porque no puede ser que sienta placer en el único café que me gusta a la redonda.
Infinito
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Oh mi corazón
por lo menos nos salvamos de ir a la oficina de gobierno para hacer una cosa burocrática
hoy que fui sola al concierto de jazz italiano y me di cuenta de lo perdida que estoy, hace tanto tiempo que no me intereso por ir al cine. Mis amigos quieren ir al cine, se entusiasman y planean estrategias cinematográficas, pero yo no quiero ir.
En una entrevista de trabajo mentí y puse que me gustaba leer e ir al cine como pasatiempo, mentí deliberadamente.
así que yo tambíen traía puesto un sweater color azul marino y una camiseta negra.
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es un espacio en el que cumplo la fantasía infantil de contar mi diario a mucha gente que no conozco. Algo exhibicionista...
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mmmmm, bien. veamos lo que johnny cash tiene qué decir:
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
What a nice blog....I will soon be singing along to Spanish Bombs along side you...I like the commentary on "Man In Black"....Te amo Bubito
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