Uno se cree. Que las mató. El tiempo y la ausencia. Pero su tren. Vendió boleto. De ida y vuelta. . Son aquellas pequeñas cosas. Que nos dejó un tiempo de rosas.
Por la blanda arena. Que lame el mar. Su pequeña huella. No vuelve más. Un sendero solo. De pena y silencio llegó. Hasta el agua profunda. Un sendero solo.
El tiempo pasa. Nos vamos poniendo viejos. Yo el amor. No lo reflejo como ayer. . En cada conversación. Cada beso cada abrazo. Se impone siempre un pedazo.
Desde el norte traigo en el alma la alegre zamba que canto aquÃ, why que bailan los tucumanos con entusiasmo propio de allÃ, cada cual sigue a su pareja, joven o vieja, de todo vi..
Every morning I feel so summertime. Then you go and throw shade when I'm trying to shine. Don't let my name roll over your tongue. Or you'll find yourself beat, just like a drum.
Gone,. The weary and the idle vices we once wore. The stitches and regrets we covered up now torn. See I'm almost home. I'm almost home!. . Home,. The National the Castle that we made our own.
Are you still alive?. I can't tell. It's been a year. Nothing is clear anymore,. and it's like I keep flashing back to the days at the lake.. but I've got glass in my eye, and love's everywhere,.
All night long,. Dreaming badly,. Feeling something's wrong.. Faces crying. . As they fade away,. Who can say where they were going.. Where's their song.
Is your heart beating hard when you see the lawman. Do you feel like you've run your last mile. When you're out in the cold with the blue lights flashin'.
High or low. Sky or sea. Locked inside. Or just set free. . Have you become. What you could be. Or who could say. It isn't me. . Guilt or blame. It's all the same....it's all the same.
Now she grips to hold on,. But she falls down again,. This time the pain won't go away,. All her strength comes crashing today,. And now its hard to go on,.
A little bitty tear let me down,. Spoiled my act as a clown. I had it made up not make a frown,. But a little bitty tear let me down.. . You said you were leaving tomorrow.
AUNT RHODY. Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody,. Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead.. The one she's been saving to make a feather bed..
Have a holly, jolly Christmas. It's the best time of the year. I don't know if there'll be snow. But have a cup of cheer. Have a holly, jolly Christmas.
Ainda lembro o que passou. Eu, você, em qualquer lugar. Dizendo. "Aonde você for eu vou". . E quando eu perguntei. Ouvi você dizer. Que eu era tudo. O que você sempre quis.
And here's a letter from Bill Macy of Gainesville, Florida. It appears to me that Gainsville Sun is withholding information from the public.. Recently, there was a four-column spread about a probable murder from a gun..
There was an old farmer who lived on a rock. He sat in the meadow just shaking his. Fist at some boys who were down by the crick. Their feet in the water, their hands on their.