Una luna plateada en el cielo brilló sobre el monte de una cabra. La cabrita de un salto a la luna trepó, antes que el sol se asomara. "¿Qué es lo que pasa con tu soledad?" dijo la cabra al instante, "siempre cambiante pero siempre igual solita, hermosa y distante."
Y jugar por jugar
sin tener que morir o matar,
y vivir al revés
que bailar es soñar con los pies.
sin tener que morir o matar,
y vivir al revés
que bailar es soñar con los pies.
martes, 23 de febrero de 2010
lunes, 22 de febrero de 2010
domingo, 21 de febrero de 2010
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and i say, it's all right. Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter, little darling, it feels like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and i say, it's all right. Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces, little darling, it seems like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and i sayit's all right. Sun, sun, sun, here it comes. Sun, sun, sun, here it comes. Little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting. Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and i say, it's all right. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and i say, it's all rightit's all right.
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