Bueno Odmaldi, me alegra que te hayan gustado. Yo tampoco lo se, jjajajaja cosas del youtube.
Un saludo, espero que sigamos compartiendo música.
Estaré atento a tus indicaciones.
Medea no seas agresiva jajajajajaj Ademas cuando llegues a ser la dictadora del mundo mundial, como dices, recuerda quienes somos tus amigos jajajajajaja.
Me gusta Lana del rey, digo su música claro. Lo otro es obvio.
Un saludo.
[OCULTAR]
There may come a time
When you’ll be tired
As tired as a dream that wants to die
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Maybe you will find a love
That you discover accidentally
Who falls against you gently as
A pickpocket brushes your thigh
Further to fly
Effortless music from the Cameroons
The spinning darkness of her hair
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants everything
Sometimes I’ll be walking down
The street and I’ll be thinking
Am I crazy
Or is this some morbid little lie?
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
A recent loss of memory
A shadow in the family
The baby waves bye-bye
I’m trying
I’m flying
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants soil as soft as summer
And the strength to push like spring
A broken laugh, a broken fever
Take it up with the great deceiver
Who looks you in the eye
Says, Baby, don’t cry
Further to fly
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
The Rose of Jericho
Soil as soft as summer
The strength to let you go
[/OCULTAR]
Cuánto cambió el pop español después de la muerte de Enrique, aunque él no lo sepa.
El tríptico pillando en Chueca: Antonio Flores, Antonio Vega y Enrique Urquijo, todos juntitos y muy colegas.
Morir por sobredosis, en un portal de Chueca, cerquita de la SGAE, donde el Teddy Bautista llenaba de dinero las bolsas de basura negras, dentro del maletero de su coche.
Comentarios
Un saludo, espero que sigamos compartiendo música.
Estaré atento a tus indicaciones.
Me gusta Lana del rey, digo su música claro. Lo otro es obvio.
Un saludo.
[OCULTAR]
There may come a time
When you’ll be tired
As tired as a dream that wants to die
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Maybe you will find a love
That you discover accidentally
Who falls against you gently as
A pickpocket brushes your thigh
Further to fly
Effortless music from the Cameroons
The spinning darkness of her hair
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants everything
Sometimes I’ll be walking down
The street and I’ll be thinking
Am I crazy
Or is this some morbid little lie?
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
A recent loss of memory
A shadow in the family
The baby waves bye-bye
I’m trying
I’m flying
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants soil as soft as summer
And the strength to push like spring
A broken laugh, a broken fever
Take it up with the great deceiver
Who looks you in the eye
Says, Baby, don’t cry
Further to fly
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
The Rose of Jericho
Soil as soft as summer
The strength to let you go
[/OCULTAR]
El tríptico pillando en Chueca: Antonio Flores, Antonio Vega y Enrique Urquijo, todos juntitos y muy colegas.
Morir por sobredosis, en un portal de Chueca, cerquita de la SGAE, donde el Teddy Bautista llenaba de dinero las bolsas de basura negras, dentro del maletero de su coche.
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