Me considero una de esa clase de persona que no se rinde fácilmente pero que a la mínima se le echa el mundo encima, ese tipo de chica que no piensa lo que dice, soy alguien fácil de convencer y difícil de hacer entrar en razón. Suelo ser la que se sabe poner sin problemas en el lugar del otro, ese tipo de persona que nunca llegas a conocer del todo, y que sin querer sonríe para parecer mucho más fuerte. Una de esas personas que se despiertan pensando en que le pasará hoy. Una de esas personas que cada mañana dice 'buenos días' por muy dormida que esté. De esas personas que les cuesta poco enfadarse, pero que cuando lo hacen tienen mucha facilidad de perdonar. De esas personas que se preocupan por sus amigos. De esas personas que cuando quieren algo, lo intentan hasta no poder mas. De esas personas que intentan alegrar el día con una sonrisa. Una de esas, que no paran de hablar de ti. Que cada vez que escuchan tu nombre un escalofrío recorre su cuerpo, que cada vez que les dices algo bonito los ojos se le iluminan.


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miércoles, 31 de agosto de 2011

Hotel California.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, ’this could be heaven or this could be hell’ Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the hotel california Any time of year, you can find it here Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the captain, ’please bring me my wine’ He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the hotel california Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin’ it up at the hotel california What a nice surprise, bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before ’relax,’ said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave!

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