Mellor sería estar calado... Pero case sempre acaba un facendo malas dixestións de tragar tanto aire...

11.7.13

Stop the train... I'm leaving

Stop the train I'm leaving
Stop the train I'm leaving
Stop the train I'm leaving
It won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong
Said it won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong
All my good life I've been a lonely man
Teaching people who don't overstan'
And even though I've tried my bes'
I still don't find no happiness
Stop the train I'm leaving
Stop the train I'm leaving
Stop the train I'm leaving
It won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong
Said it won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong
Some goin' east
Some goin' west
Some step aside
To try their best
Some livin' big
But the most livin' small they just can't even find
No food at all
Stop the train I'm leaving
Stop the train I'm leaving
Stop the train I'm leaving
It won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong
Said it won't be too long whether I'm right or wrong
Stop the train I'm leaving...


Hoxe vaille unha de Bob Marley. Eu tamén paraba o tren de boa gana. Éche o que ten, que só me falte facer a fotosíntese para parecerme a un ficus. Medrado, pero ficus á fin e ao cabo.

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