monina, mamá, alimentando encantada a su pandi,abandonada al instinto de sus cachorros
era en uno de mis bosques favoritos, fagus selvatica, rincones húmedos y freshcos, luz filtrada, la canción del agua, vida por todas partes, naturaleza caprichosa, cerca de riaño, en el año dos mil.felipe, el más elegante.
era una de esas pequeñas cosas con gusto, deliciosas, que hacía mercedes.un beso para tí. donde estés.
Hermana del alma.Grandísimo danzante y dulce corazón, viajamos por el mismo caminito estrecho, encantadas.
estupidez, ignorancia, consumo & autodestrucción
MACBA
miradas serenas, rostros amigos, rica semanita estiraando

I look at you all the love there that's sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
i look at the floor and i see it needs sweeping
still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
i don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you.
i look at the world and i notice it's turning
while my guitar gently weeps
with every mistake we must surely be learning
still my guitar gently weeps.
I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
i don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
while my guitar gently weeps
look at you all...
still my guitar gently weeps.
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