El zapatito. Seguimos recibiendo enseñanzas desde el pasado.
Me salió sin querer. Yo sólo quería poner cositas rosas en un papel virtual, que se las dieran de re femeninas y ya.
Pero la verdad es que se me armó esta cosa como que tergiversada sobre los géneros, a mí me emocionó lo que se dio casi sin que me diera cuenta.
Ay! La señora de la canción justo está diciendo "life don't have to be no bed of roseeeess"
No te digo que el mundo es perfecto? Sólo hay que dejarle que sea
publicadas por ariela a la/s
8:02 a. m.
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totalmente.
(al parecer sigo sin entender todo el temita de los comentarios, no?)
Well if they´d free me from this prison/ if that railroad train was mine/ I bet I´d move it all a little further down the line/ far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay/ and I´d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
that shoe... that shoe... that hairy bastard shoe...
haven´t you hurt enough people already, you pinky inverted depraved ballerina?
i hate you and yet i love you.
i can´t help it.
no one can.
I don't understand a thing but yet, I don't.
i was writing non-sense.
don´t worry, it´s not you, it´s me. but yet, it´s it.
Uds no saben hablar ingles
Ahh, but sooooooooori,
he because he knows exactly what is important.
Good the parti, a lastim the borrach that vomiteit all the cohets.
=(
i´m a saaad panda...
have not the farmacist say it is OK?
A lastim that a mother should get so angry causeted by a apenas sticky floor. (I mean really angry, shoutingly angry, hungrily angry) And I had bean mopping with professor bald for four hours, I almost didn't arrive to the votating lot!
kick asser the party, a truth that life can lift you up, can drag you down, life don't have to be no bed of roses.
PROximately on ther blog: the picures of the eventou.
Eat yourself a mandarin!
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