Joder, la crisis de la adolescencia cerca de los treinta.
Y me tenía que pasar a mí.
Joder.
viernes, 12 de agosto de 2011
Says Ada en 12:34
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Softly her tower crumbled in the sweet silent sun.
Joder, la crisis de la adolescencia cerca de los treinta.
Y me tenía que pasar a mí.
Joder.
Says Ada en 12:34
Etiquetas: cosas que no sé
The wasp was investigating her plate. Its body was throbbing. "We shall try to eat one later," she observed, "but it must be gorged to taste good. Of course, it can’t sting your tongue. No animal will touch a person’s tongue. When a lion has finished a traveler, bones and all, he always leaves the man’s tongue lying like that in the desert" (making a negligent gesture).
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