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Estas son las últimas cosas que te escribo.

Desaparecen una a una

y no vuelven jamás.

> Todo es insignificante, nada es tan preocupante.

> Y la soledad es un lugar tan vacio sin... mi

            		   There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit

                               And the vermin of the world inhabit it          

                               And its morals aren’t worth what a pig could spit

                               And it goes by the name of London

                               At the top of the hole sit the privileged few

                               Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo

                               Turning beauty into filth and greed - I too

                               Have sailed the world and seen its wonders

                               For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru

                               But there’s no place like London!

		There was a barber and his wife
                               And she was beautiful
                               A foolish barber and his wife
                               She was his reason and his life
                               And she was beautiful
                               And she was virtuous
                               And he was-- naive
 
                               There was another man who saw
                               That she was beautiful
                               A pious vulture of the law
                               Who with a gesture of his claw
                               Removed the barber from his plate
                               Then there was nothing but to wait
                               And she would fall
                             So soft
                               So young
                               So lost
                               And oh, so beautiful!
 
There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it’s filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
> It's Todd now... Sweeney Todd, and he will have his revenge

Quién me pegará donde más duele,

va a mentirme y a quererme
Como haces tú ?…

Quién te sacará de quicio ?
Quién me va a guardar un sitio,

quién,
Si no eres tú ?

...Después de ti no hay nada

Ø      Por qué nos escribe una canción Efecto Mariposa??

Ø      Jajaja!!!

Ø      Lo más seguro… si de aquí a mañana no cambia nada (que aquí toooodo es possible) un Ibiza negro caerá en mi poder en breveeee!!!!

  Queriéndote...

...Como ya                no se Estila...

...Sin una Gota de Decencia

“Ella era como el sabor de un susurro, como el olor de un escalofrío, como el dolor de un desamor. Dejaba mella en quien, ingenuo el atrevido, osaba a conocerla. Podría resultar odiosa, rara, impertinente, e incluso para otros odiosamente adorable."

> Deslízate...

> Hay disparos que son puntos finales y dudas que son peligrosos puntos suspensivos...