SABADO, 29 DE JULIO
Las citas a ciegas han desaparecido o están a punto de hacerlo.
Cuando alguien queda para verse por primera vez ya le ha visto al otro el perfil, el frente y con un poco de suerte, aún no le ha visto las gónadas.
P.D: Nenas, si después de que os haya mandado las fotos de sus bolas váis a la cita es para gritaros improperios.
Por todo ello, y aunque el photoshop haya ayudado, ya tenéis una idea apróximada de lo que os váis a encontrar.
Además, está el lenguaje que se ha usado en los mensajes escritos.
Por su palabrería sabemos lo que va a dar de sí la cosa. Si la cosa ha sido, de aquí te escribo aquí te mato, entonces se va peor preparado.
Mirando a la callé por la ventana se me acaba de ocurrir que ya no se ve tanta gente nerviosa dándose la mano por primera vez.
Mi madre tiene un refrán estupendo:"desde que te vi venir te conocí las ventajas; tu serás buen albañil pero a mí no me trabajas”
29 jul 2017
25 jul 2017
9 feb 2017
ALTOS NIVELES DE LERDISMO
JUEVES, 9 DE FEBRERO
"Ché, ¿Vosh sos española? ¿Cómo es que no hablás con laismos, ni leismos como todos ustedes por ashá?!!"
http://www.jotdown.es/2017/02/leistas-laistas-loistas-conocerles-entenderles/
"Ché, ¿Vosh sos española? ¿Cómo es que no hablás con laismos, ni leismos como todos ustedes por ashá?!!"
http://www.jotdown.es/2017/02/leistas-laistas-loistas-conocerles-entenderles/
27 ene 2017
DEJARSE QUERER
VIERNES, 27 DE ENERO
Revoluciones ¿dónde estáis?
Desde hace algún tiempo se venden "maquetas" en lugar de temas dignos del vinilo. Y es que las hormonas te invitan a convertirte en músico: se liga mucho más. Los temas llevan tres, lo máximo cuatro acordes ¿aprendidos en youtube?
Las voces me recuerdan cada vez más al Tirol. Aquí va una francesita refrescante que sabe elegir a sus músicos, no como la compositora del tema (Pourtant) que ya quisiera ella ... oh... el gusto y la voz de Cyrille Aimée!
Revoluciones ¿dónde estáis?
Desde hace algún tiempo se venden "maquetas" en lugar de temas dignos del vinilo. Y es que las hormonas te invitan a convertirte en músico: se liga mucho más. Los temas llevan tres, lo máximo cuatro acordes ¿aprendidos en youtube?
Las voces me recuerdan cada vez más al Tirol. Aquí va una francesita refrescante que sabe elegir a sus músicos, no como la compositora del tema (Pourtant) que ya quisiera ella ... oh... el gusto y la voz de Cyrille Aimée!
13 dic 2016
30 nov 2016
13 oct 2016
OH ANGELINA
JUEVES, 13 DE OCTUBRE
Well, it's always been my nature
To take chances
My right hand drawing back
While my left hand advances
Where the current is strong
And the monkey dances
To the tune
Of a concertina
Blood dryin' in my yellow hair
As I go from shore to shore
I know what it is
That has drawn me to your door
But whatever could it be
Makes you think
You've seen me before
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
His eyes were two slits
Makin' a snake proud
With a face that any painter would paint
As he walked through the crowd
Worshiping a God
With the body of a woman
Well endowed
And the head of a hyena
Do I need your permission
To turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind
Why must I speak?
No, I have heard nothing
About the man
That you seek
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
In the valley of the giants
Where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet
And the milk and honey flowed
I was only following instructions
When the judge
Sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist
Then who will you blame?
I've tried my best to love you
But I cannot play this game
Your best friend
And my worst enemy
Is one and the same
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
There's a black Mercedes
Rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead
You're down to the bone
Tell me, tall man
Where would you like
To be overthrown
In Jerusalem or Argentina?
She was stolen from her mother
When she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied
And her possessions have been sold
He's surrounded by God's angels
And she's wearin' a blindfold
But so are you
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching
Trying to take Heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider
I can see the pale white horse
In God's truth name
Tell me what you want
And you'll have it of course
Just step into the arena
Beat a path of retreat
Up them spiral staircases
Pass the tree of smoke
Pass the angel with four faces
Begging God for mercy
And weepin'
In unholy places
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Well, it's always been my nature
To take chances
My right hand drawing back
While my left hand advances
Where the current is strong
And the monkey dances
To the tune
Of a concertina
Blood dryin' in my yellow hair
As I go from shore to shore
I know what it is
That has drawn me to your door
But whatever could it be
Makes you think
You've seen me before
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
His eyes were two slits
Makin' a snake proud
With a face that any painter would paint
As he walked through the crowd
Worshiping a God
With the body of a woman
Well endowed
And the head of a hyena
Do I need your permission
To turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind
Why must I speak?
No, I have heard nothing
About the man
That you seek
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
In the valley of the giants
Where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet
And the milk and honey flowed
I was only following instructions
When the judge
Sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist
Then who will you blame?
I've tried my best to love you
But I cannot play this game
Your best friend
And my worst enemy
Is one and the same
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
There's a black Mercedes
Rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead
You're down to the bone
Tell me, tall man
Where would you like
To be overthrown
In Jerusalem or Argentina?
She was stolen from her mother
When she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied
And her possessions have been sold
He's surrounded by God's angels
And she's wearin' a blindfold
But so are you
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching
Trying to take Heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider
I can see the pale white horse
In God's truth name
Tell me what you want
And you'll have it of course
Just step into the arena
Beat a path of retreat
Up them spiral staircases
Pass the tree of smoke
Pass the angel with four faces
Begging God for mercy
And weepin'
In unholy places
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
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