Te recuerdo Amanda la calle mojada corriendo a la fábrica donde trabajaba Manuel. La sonrisa ancha la lluvia en el pelo no importaba nada ibas a encontrarte con él con él, con él, con él son cinco minutos la vida es eterna en cinco minutos suena la sirena de vuelta al trabajo y tú caminando lo iluminas todo los cinco minutos te hacen florecer.
Te recuerdo Amanda la calle mojada corriendo a la fábrica donde trabajaba Manuel. La sonrisa ancha la lluvia en el pelo no importaba nada ibas a encontrarte con él con él, con él, con él que partió a la sierra que nunca hizo daño que partió a la sierra y en cinco minutos quedó destrozado suena la sirena de vuelta al trabajo muchos no volvieron tampoco Manuel.
Te recuerdo Amanda la calle mojada corriendo a la fábrica donde trabajaba Manuel.
I so much like this series of yours.... this i wish i had a print of to put on my wall.... i like it so much... it looks like they're dancing in m eyes.. And it's a good song too... :-)
var x='The Byrds - Turn, Turn, Turn'; var q=' ??'; function ws(s){window.status=(s);return true;} To every thing, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late