Hoy me alejé un poco del ser pusilánime que hay en mí y que a momentos es la foto que sale en el diccionario. I stood my ground, or so I think. Indeed, I said that my work has a price and bloody papers on suicide ain't that simple to translate. I swear she'll pay what's left to be paid, otherwise she'll "remember the times of the phone calls at three am as the golden age".
Aún así gasté un puente y desperdicié una fiesta que ocurrió enfrente de mi casa.
Diría aquel, I'd rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery, pero diría el otro Money it's a crime. . .
"DECENT MEN WHO BELIEVED IN A DAY'S WORK FOR A DAY'S PAY"
