Articles from June 2013

Americana.

Americana.

No me digas amigo ya estamos de fiesta, De tiempos de huelga, animales de selba, Somos todos, y lo que no hamos poco, Entonces borachos llegamos a loco, Tomar en la feria, llegamos a feria,…

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The Credits.

Your heart blossoms with hope. A warmth that spreads throughout your soul. Joy and wonder and love and everything! Then slowly the credits begin to roll. Who wants to face reality? Not me! Not me!…

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Mad Lib.

What if my eyes were like my hands Feeling instead of seeing What would I find inside you there Inside out and all about What if I read the words on you and read them…

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