Vai no cabeleireiro. No esteticista. Malha o dia inteiro. Pinta de artista. Saca dinheiro. Vai de motorista. Com seu carro esporte. Vai zoar na pista.
Ela é amiga da minha mulher. Pois é pois é. Mas vive dando em cima de mim. Enfim enfim. . Ainda por cima é uma tremenda gata. Pra piorar a minha situação.
Come sit by me all you. Fine lords and laddies,. And I'll tell you the tale. Of the young John Henry.. . He met a fair maiden,. One bright may morning,.
I come to you with honour. I come to you in vain. I've come to you my true love. In the greenwood you were slain. . I do as much for my love. As any young man may.
At fair Mount's Bay, on that Christmas week. Was such a raging storm, no man could speak. That lifeboat thundered through an angry sea. Was called Solomon Browne and her company.
We left our sweethearts. And our wives along that pier. "Cheer up", they said. "You'll soon return in half a year". . So we sailed up north to reach the ice.
In vain I try to dry a tear. Which falls down from my eyes. It makes me think of the one I love. Who in the cold grave lies. . My heart is very sad I vow.
Kind friends gather round. There's a dream that I had this last night. There's plenty of land, soil and sea. We won't have to struggle and fight. . It's a poor man's heaven, well how about when.
I'll Haunt You. . On board ship the rumours ride. No one meets my eye. I've thrown your ring out on the tide. I pray my curses fly. . To haunt you. Haunt your bed.
Sunday morning, in the summertime. Over worship we hurlers climb. Over mountains, valleys deep. Those bells are ringing around our feet. . "Come! Take this morning" cried the priest,.
I heard a loud knock upon my door. A sweet stranger she entered in. The night was dark, the wind it roared. Beauty she did bring. . Greed and gold. Greed and gold.
High waves she cut them up in two. The storm's eye we could see. With her tattered sails shaking in the gale. A terror for a sight was she. . Cutting through the clouds the moon swept the deck.
One fateful night,. well I woke to hear that sound. like a gunshot,. with both windows shaking loud.. Great lengthy cries that came racing through the sky,.
Welcome to this garden girl. Cold is the rose where the white lilies blow. A heavenly paradise place. Where all the pleasant little fruits do grow. Here are lovers they lie down.
Staring at the dark with hungry eyes,. Moonlight flickered in the shadows cried,. Gold ring flashed and the howling stopped,. I called her name and the west wind dropped..
Yo s de una mujer que mi alma nombra,. siempre con la ms ntima tristeza,. que arroj por el fango su belleza. lo mismo que un diamante en una alfombra..
Yo me manejo bien con todo el mundo,. en eso mi padre puede estar tranquilo:. l me ha dejado en vida sus ahorros. y yo corro con los gastos del asilo..
El milagro de existir.... El instinto de buscar.... La fortuna de encontrar.... El gusto de conocer.... . La ilusin de vislumbrar.... El placer de coincidir....
Se ech al monte la utopa. perseguida por lebreles que se criaron. en sus rodillas. y que al no poder seguir su paso, la traicionaron;. y hoy, funcionarios.
Nada tienes que temer,. al mal tiempo buena cara,. la Constitucin te ampara,. la justicia te defiende,. la polica te guarda,. el sindicato te apoya,. el sistema te respalda.