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me importas tú, y tú, y tú.

MEAT LOVE (L)

:V

strange & beautiful

To me, you're strange and you're beautiful, 
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see, 

You turn every head but you don't see me. 

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you, 
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realise that you love me. 

THE KILL

IUNA

UNA SEMANA

punto final.

Uno, dos, tres, pasan los minutos y te pienso.
Cuatro, cinco, seis, imposible negar lo que siento.
Siete, ocho, nueve, ya va a llegar,
Diez, el día en que te hundas en mi mar.


AmarAmorRemarSinRogar.

guiding light.

You're just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off of you.

You'd be like heaven to touch.

I wanna hold you so much.

just if

LIVE AND LET DIE

TRAIN

should I?

I would like to talk about love, but I don't want to label this feeling with that name, because -as we know- it has to do with many other things... whenever we feel happy being with someone, whenever your heart starts beating like a bomb, or just when you want to give someone everything you have - and more-, your heart is feeling love.
But, but, but... What happens when there is no feedback? Is it also called love? Is it fair to feel that for someone who does not feel the same?
I don't want to talk about love, it hurts. It makes you go crazy, to lose your head, and worst, it can make you fly so high and let you fall without warning.
I wonder what have I done wrong? And I can't stand thinking about everything I gave and what I did not have back.

I would love to love you, I don't know if I should.

TS3

están unidos u.u

y harán todo lo posible para seguir así.

tenía que ser el chavo del ocho.

:(

And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear


Oh darling, I wish you were here

sonrisa.

Llegó entusiasmado, pero el viento le quitó la sonrisa de la cara. Se sacó los zapatos y puso los pies sobre la tierra. Se sentó sobre el banco y se dispuso a esperar, con los codos sobre las rodillas, con el mentón sobre la palma de sus dos manos; esperando que una ráfaga de viento le devolviera la sonrisa.

final.

Intro. Lenguaje Audiovisual

lectura comprensión y producción de textos.

PLACEBO

de repente todo es perfecto :B

La verdad, increíble, y no lo digo porque esté mi padre en la obra.

La idea de estar escuchando por dos horas a bailarines taconeando y aplaudiendo al ritmo de aquella música española me asustaba un poco, ja. Pero cada uno de los bailarines, y los actores dándole el toque perfecto para fusionar el baile con lo dramático, fetem fetem

Orgullito que esté ahí el papi :B