esta aquí en este plaza, andando
despacio, sin querer, parece sonámbula,
pero tiene ojos turbios y es pobre,
gasta dinero en las cafeterías
pero tiene problemas de pagar
el piso y los alimentos importantes.
Me asegura que cuando se ha encontrado
un sitio especial, un sitio que se te siente bien,
donde se ríe el cielo azul, donde se publican
la bandera catalán de amarillo y rojo, un sitio
con edificios únicos alrededor, entonces
se ha encontrado el corazón latiendo.
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Mad Moon Over Mehringdamm
It was the whisper behind your words, after being scared shitless by the description of the eight of cups, that triggered the vanishing of o...
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of standing in a room full of people listening to my friend of twenty three years introduce me. He talks of ping pong and sail bo...
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it was hungry, i could tell the yellow bicycle i was ten, it was hungry it was raining, i heard the window told me i could tell, that old fe...
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(from the moon series) The last stop before sleep. The idle lights and cold marble ground. The conveyor belts of the soul. Someone ha...
I'm not sure what this has to do with finding your pants in the library, but I like it. Of course, a translation would help.
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