I've got a song stuck in my head (again).
Since yesterday I have in my head 'can not live on love' of Calamaro. I never liked
Calamaro, but there is nothing to it, I can not get the song from the head, so I heard all morning "I am a psychiatrist, I know.
Then in the afternoon, reading a blog for girls in which the topic was that this went in 2010. Mine says the year was wonderful for her, because he had fulfilled the dream of a white wedding with the man she loved and who loved her.
wonder that only 75 years ago have the right to vote. It may be very bad
Calamaro, but he is right. Perhaps
writes the envy of not having the gall-or groom (or the hymen) - to marry in white.
Each to his mambito.
(Suddenly, I had a contingency: I fear the Egyptian curse fall upon me if I do not write).
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