Llegó la hora -dijo la Morsa- de hablar de muchas cosas:
de zapatos y barcos y sellos. De repollos y reyes. De por qué el mar está hirviendo y de si los cerditos tienen alas. (
Lewis Carroll)
¿Tú tienes alas?
(Y de acá para abajo escribo YO)

martes, 28 de julio de 2009

Dream About Me - Moby




Babe
Oh, dream about me
Lie... on the phone to me
Tell me no truth
If it is bad
There's enough in my life
To make me so sad

Just dream about
Color fills our lives
Just dream about
Someone else tonight

Babe
Oh, dream about me
On the phone
Talking quietly

I wanna be yours
Oh, won't you be mine
Against red skies
For all time

So dream about... us
When we're old
Just dream about
How I will let go

Hand...
Hand...

And babe
Oh, dream about me
Lie, on the phone to me
Tell me no truth
If it is bad
There's enough in my life
To make me so sad

Just dream about
Color fills our lives
Just dream about
Someone else tonight

Just dream about
Color fills our song
Just dream about
How I will let go

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