y mi mano me pide escribir
me pide dibujar
me pide leer ♪
cuaderno donde estás?
viernes, 18 de marzo de 2011
jueves, 17 de marzo de 2011
sapo-príncipe-sapo
la princesa quiso escapar de su castillo.
la princesa logró escapar de su castillo.
la princesa tuvo que regresar a su castillo.
Porqué?
porque el príncipe nunca llegó a rescatarla
la princesa logró escapar de su castillo.
la princesa tuvo que regresar a su castillo.
Porqué?
porque el príncipe nunca llegó a rescatarla
miércoles, 16 de marzo de 2011
martes, 15 de marzo de 2011
He's laughing with another girl
And playing with another heart.
Placing high stakes, making hearts ache.
He's loved in seven languages.
Diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky.
Heaven help him, when he falls.
Diamond life, lover boy.
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy.
City lights and business nights.
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights.
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance.
No place to be ending but somewhere to start.
No need to ask.
He's a smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator.
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.
Face to face, each classic case.
We shadow box and double cross,
Yet need the chase.
A license to love, insurance to hold.
Melts all your memories and change into gold.
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold.
No need to ask.
He's a smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator.
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator...
And playing with another heart.
Placing high stakes, making hearts ache.
He's loved in seven languages.
Diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky.
Heaven help him, when he falls.
Diamond life, lover boy.
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy.
City lights and business nights.
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights.
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance.
No place to be ending but somewhere to start.
No need to ask.
He's a smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator.
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.
Face to face, each classic case.
We shadow box and double cross,
Yet need the chase.
A license to love, insurance to hold.
Melts all your memories and change into gold.
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold.
No need to ask.
He's a smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator.
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male.
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale.
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator,
Smooth operator...
domingo, 13 de marzo de 2011
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