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Ya me estoy poniendo ansioso… Eddie, estamos esperandote! All the thoughts you never see You are always thinking Brain is wide, the brain is deep Oh, are you sinking?

– Cementerio Para Lunaticos (Spanish Edition) by Ray Bradbury

Feel the path of every day Which road you taking? Breathing hard, making hay Yeah, this is living. Feel the air up above Oh, pool of blue sky Fill the air up with love All black with starlight.

Feel the sky blanket you With gems and rhinestones!!! See the path cut by the moon For you to walk on.

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Nothing left, nothing left Nothing there, nothing here… Nothing left, nothing left Nothing there, nothing left… Nothing left, nothing left Nothing there, nothing here…. See the path cut by the moon For you to walk on See the waves on distant lunatocos Awaiting your arrival. Music Deja un comentario. Nadie esta preparado, o nadie quiere estar preparado para algo diferente.

Por suerte no es mi Problema. Pensando, repasando varias palabras guardadas en la cabeza. Muchas conclusiones sinceras, que no suelen ser bien recibidas. The harvest left no food for you to eat You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see But I have seen the same I know the shame in your defeat.

So tie me to a luntaicos and block my ears I can ccementerio widows and orphans through my tears I know my call despite my faults And despite my growing fears. Crea un blog o un sitio web gratuitos con WordPress. Don’t come closer or I’ll have to go Holding me like gravity are places that pull If ever there was someone to keep me at home It would be you Everyone I come across in cages they bought they think of me and my wandering but I’m never what they thought got my indignation but I’m pure in all my thoughts I’m alive Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere underneath my being is a road that disappeared late at night I hear the trees they’re singing with the dead overhead Leave it to me as I find a way to be consider me a satelite for ever orbiting I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me guaranteed Y tal vez nunca sea suficiente lo que uno diga o haga… J.