(Oil Luis Grañena) P or say what I think,
without thinking what I say,
more than a kiss I got
and more than a slap
("So young and so old")
without thinking what I say,
more than a kiss I got
and more than a slap
("So young and so old")
How can Mr Sabina, ask someone to drag your luggage does not wings, it hits the streets to defend the bread and joy, he does as if every night were wedding and honeymoon, when around one finger hovering accusers and predators-a sword of Damocles does not look, but where to strike the blow to kill slowly with lies, rumors, with suspicion.
I can ask, sir, Sabina, exile gulls do not cause insomnia, if all around you there are only guardians of the text, the expression murderers, torturers and censors creativity feeling.
How does Mr Sabina, sent to hell: a turtle that says "run" the guilty who claims "I know it was you", the liar who asked not to be lied to, the hangman who ever asked to be saved ; the coward challenging with a "dare" and those who never went anywhere, but are now back, trying to convince one shut up, not make waves, follow the path with a seeing-eye, becoming deaf to cries of reality and all its incongruity. Ignore
Mr Sabina ... is that, listening, now I've also been talking with my intimate enemy that never follow my advice, when I discover crying behind the mirrors. I have tried to convince him to let me play the silly girl, the middle of an orgy. Gallop to stop because the dogs are barking and I threaten to Cain's jaw.
I checked, as you said, to be broken is not the hell of Dante, nor a brilliant résumé is Aladdin's lamp. Like you, I have my Charlie and my Fito, who have not had the detail to ask if I need anything.
But you know what, sir Sabina? Like that of the 19 and 500, I also I have very high forehead, tongue very long and the skirt ... well, sometimes short skirt sometimes long, depending on weather they have to tolerate my ailing bones.
And for that, and because I'm still standing, I venture to repeat, as you sir Sabina:
Many, Sabine thank you very much sir, for being with me, always, in those times when bad companies are the best.
I can ask, sir, Sabina, exile gulls do not cause insomnia, if all around you there are only guardians of the text, the expression murderers, torturers and censors creativity feeling.
How does Mr Sabina, sent to hell: a turtle that says "run" the guilty who claims "I know it was you", the liar who asked not to be lied to, the hangman who ever asked to be saved ; the coward challenging with a "dare" and those who never went anywhere, but are now back, trying to convince one shut up, not make waves, follow the path with a seeing-eye, becoming deaf to cries of reality and all its incongruity. Ignore
Mr Sabina ... is that, listening, now I've also been talking with my intimate enemy that never follow my advice, when I discover crying behind the mirrors. I have tried to convince him to let me play the silly girl, the middle of an orgy. Gallop to stop because the dogs are barking and I threaten to Cain's jaw.
I checked, as you said, to be broken is not the hell of Dante, nor a brilliant résumé is Aladdin's lamp. Like you, I have my Charlie and my Fito, who have not had the detail to ask if I need anything.
But you know what, sir Sabina? Like that of the 19 and 500, I also I have very high forehead, tongue very long and the skirt ... well, sometimes short skirt sometimes long, depending on weather they have to tolerate my ailing bones.
And for that, and because I'm still standing, I venture to repeat, as you sir Sabina:
IF YOU WANT WANT WANT I WILL LEAVE ME IF I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE MERCY hate me, BUT THERE IS NOT ONE THING YOU WILL GET, AND YOU NEED TO DO BUSINESS WITH.
Many, Sabine thank you very much sir, for being with me, always, in those times when bad companies are the best.
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