.hasta cuandO

Que las hojas de otoño se demoren en caer me desespera.

.vente a acostaR!

Como te echo de menos mierda chica !!
Aun no lo puedo creer...

.¿a ver una sonrisitA

In the suburbs I
I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore

But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
Meant nothin' at all
Meant nothin' at all
It meant nothin

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night

So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before all this damage is done

But if it's too much to ask, it's too much to ask
Then send me a son

Under the overpass
In the parking lot we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed

Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling again

I'm movin' past the feeling
I'm movin' past the feeling

In my dreams we're still screamin'
We're still screamin'
We're still screamin'

.melodias y melodramA

Creo que desde hace mucho tiempo no pasaba algo tan hermoso por mis oidos.

.termine la circunferenciA

Se dice que cada cierto tiempo un grupo de subversivos desafia la logica convencional de la razon, aludiendo a lo que no se puede ver, pensar ni tocar; solo sentir. Generalmente suelen apoyarse de un sin fin de colores y sensaciones que provoca una unica y especial temporada en el año, temporada que dicen... se avecina y que ya prepara sus mejores melodias y escenarios ante el solido concreto que tiembla ante su ira.

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