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3 comments:
that is one scary picture... it seems like a floating bodyless head! even if it´s yours, it´s scary!
¡¡qué lindas sus pestañas de usted!!! me gustaron las fotos ocres, la segunda en especial y lo del baile quebrador de la ciática... ¿qué puedo decir? ¿crac? sí, crac, auch.
We are the sleepyheads, Belle and Sebastian
Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones
Looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone
So far gone
I took a turn to myself
And I was surprised, cause I saw everyone who ever I had loved
I felt a whole lot better after that
People look at us and they think were doing fine
People look at us cause they see us all the time
All the time
But they never take to us
We’ve been in this town so long we may as well be dead
So long as people turn their heads
And cross the street whenever we walk on by
Someone told the truth when it really mattered most
The beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lost
Sadly lost
So I went around to your house
Over tea and gin we talked about the things we read
In Luke and John the things he said
And now it’s morning we are the sleepyheads
Sí, we are the sleepyheads, ¿por qué no?
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