La partitura del Titanic
Pupilas lejanas, Los Pericos
Sé que ya de todo se ha dicho que mi andar ya no es igual que mis penas son tu condena que mis ojos son la frialdad. Sé que has dado justo en mi pecho
Taste, Lorna Vallings
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin With no consequence To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth Swallow me And after would the silence thicken, stiffen? Would I run home in the dark with something stolen? Would you be slinking in […]
Knowing me, knowing you, ABBA
Mem’ries, good day, bad days They’ll be, with me always In these old familiar rooms children would play Now there’s only emptiness, nothing to say
Esnobismo gourmet 