—El mundo es la suma del pasado y de lo que se desprendió de nosotros— Novalis
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Gracias, Syd, por fundar la banda que iluminó mi adolescencia. Y sí, como dice f!, que la parca se deje de joder.
Etiquetas: efemérides
-This is what is called speaking. I believe that is the term. When words come out, fly into the air, live for a moment, and die. Strange, is it not? I myself have no opinion. No and no again. But still, there are words you will need to have. There are many of them. Many millions I think. Perhaps only three or four-. Paul Auster, City of Glass
6 Comments:
Paz en su tumba...
Definitivamente, se está poniendo mucho mejor del otro lado.
Eso: que se deje de joder.
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triste, era un buen hombre... loco, pero buen hombre, a fin de cuentas.
Shine on you.
I love your website. It has a lot of great pictures and is very informative.
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