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"People bring joy into this room. Some by entering, some by leaving"

3.3.07

WOULD ...::SUEÑO::...

Acabo de levantarme sudando frío, salgo a carretera en 20 minutos.

Soñé que me daban un balazo en la cabeza. . .
a las 06:10

3 comments:

Andrea Lopez Estrada said...

No George, deberías de comprarte un libro de interpretación de sueños, verás que significa otra cosa.

Saturday, 03 March, 2007
Jorge Hernández Jiménez said...

No pasa nada.

Saturday, 03 March, 2007
grabiel said...

en el mejor sueño de mi vida entera me dieron un balazo en la cabeza, a quemarropa, con una escopeta.

Sunday, 04 March, 2007

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
 

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