Under My Wings
MY OWN WONDERLAND
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Saturday, June 26, 2010
INCAPACIDAD
I`ll never be sad under the sun...
Nunca voy a poder estar mal bajo el sol...
Siempre llueve... siempre oscuro...
Me acompaña el clima,
pero a veces siento que me tiene lastima,
Llora por mi...
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