La hora chanante
Axl Rosa y compañía
Yo quisiera ser como este chabón cuando crezca. Me mata cuando le traen la merca a Axl!!!
Y para los noúmenos no tan rockeros, tenemos a Björk
You need not apologize, my friend
My pain is self-chosen
Love could have waited much longer around the bend
Too late, ‘coz I’m broken
Try to convince me to live again
Console me to no end
Now come watch the sun set with me on the mountain
‘Tis my last day to spend
Speak to me only of resentment
Farewells are for certain
Stay here awhile but don’t savor this fine moment
Untie the last curtain
I am alone in this decadence
Don’t share with my torment
Please turn the light off, I don’t want luminiscence
My death call says “urgent”
In a daze I will be forgotten
I need no indulgence
Remember me whom you’ve aimlessly forsaken
Pardon my terse presence
Mis felicitaciones a los post del día.
Pd: muerte a los super-amigos
atte “la porta-liga de la injustcia”