La partitura del Titanic
Persiana americana, Soda Stereo
Tus ropas caen lentamente Soy un espía, un espectador Y el ventilador desgarrándote
I’m still standing, Elton John
Once I never could hope to win You starting down the road leaving me again The threats you made were meant to cut me down And if our love was just a circus you’d be a clown by now
I feel it coming, the Weeknd ft. Daft punk
You are not the single type So baby, this the perfect time I’m just trying to get you high And faded off this touch
Esnobismo gourmet 