de Fernando Cabrera.
"Soy cantor, por fiestas y kermeses voy
desganado digo mi canto
que trae tristezas de clavel
viejo malvón nacido en belvedere,
donde ha ido a parar tu garganta que fue
una hoguera feroz, una explosión…"
jueves, 25 de agosto de 2011
martes, 21 de junio de 2011
miércoles, 1 de junio de 2011
...or you wouldn't have come here
"Visit either you like, they're both mad"
"But I don't want to go among mad people", Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that", said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad"
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be" said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
"But I don't want to go among mad people", Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that", said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad"
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be" said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
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