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¿Puede alguien decirme: "Me voy a comer tu dolor"
Y repetirme: "Te voy a salvar esta noche"?

felìz cumple pirulos

"felices" 52 abriles.
yo igual festejo que hace 21, me dejas estar con vos.
te amo mas que a nada y a todo.
i bow before thee, dad.
(doesn't get any easier, ah?)

sunday morning

(is everyday for all i care)

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i like it...i'm not gonna crack
i miss you...i'm not gonna crack
i love you...i'm not gonna crack
i killed you...i'm not gonna crack


(Playing: Nirvana - Lithium)

thanks

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i needed someone to remind me what a fool i truly am.

thanks for the lesson

aguante el chizzo

simplemente los adoro.

aunque sean tan, pero tan desagradables...

pic by: el morocho

..you're so cool.

...
clarence: well, hello, Mrs. Worley.
alabama: how do you do, Mr. Worley?
clarence: top o' the mornin', Mrs. Worley.
alabama: bottom of the ninth, Mr. Worley. By the way, have you seen your lovely little wife today?
clarence: are you speaking of my beautiful, charming, sexy wife, Mrs. Alabama Worley?
alabama: why, are there any others, Mr. Worley?
clarence: no, none for me.
alabama: why, are there any others, Mr. Worley?
clarence: no, none for me.
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Ramiro & el Juancito

dios. excelentes. (L)
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...stay away from jazz and liquor, and the men who play for fun.

it's been a while

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why must i feel this way?
just make this go away
just one more peaceful day

it's been awhile since I could lok at myself straight
and it's been awhile since i said i'm sorry
it's been awhile since I've seen the way the candles light your face
it's been awhile
..but I can still remember just the way you taste...


(playing: staind - it's been a while)

ma

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te extraño, vieja.

quiero estar con vos.

no present, just the past.

And then, of course, you've got your memories, you treasure them and take care of them, like you never ever knew you could. You hold on to them, 'cause that's all you really have. No present, just the past. And if you'd had to be sober through the day, you'd just give up. It doesn't get any easier, it just drags you down, down to the very bottom. It just WON'T be better tomorrow. 'Cause the days of joy are long gone now.
And even though you've got your friends, you've got love, Oh! The sweet and bitter taste of love and jelousy. You've got health (or lack off). You've got passion and so, so much sex. BUT, they all have to fight against your head. Cause you can't handle it, you can't take control of it. It doesn't matter how hard you try. You just can't. If only you could cool your temper. If only you would have a helping hand. A lift of heart. Just a reason to stay alive.
Chances, fate, money, sex, death, food, shopping, love, cocaine, friends, vacations, distress, music, pills & more pills, rain, pain, wrath, booze, solitude, fights, anger, space & time. So many things to lust for. To die for. But still, they don't mean a thing now days. Now that things have changed. The reality is, they make me feel so terribly empty. Is emptiness the right path to choose? Will I ever know?