... quitate que esta este hombre esperando...

El tiempo pasa, yatedigo que si pasa, hoy iva a sacar unos pocos euros de mi raquitica cuenta de ahorro de colegial, y habia unas frenchies y una catalina jugando con el cajero en frances, y la catalina va y les suelta el titulo del post mirandome con cara de joven que mira a señor, pues se ve que soy un hombre, sera por fuera, porque por dentro yo calculo que estoy en los 16 o 17 años, medio tonto y mas salido que el pitorro de un botijo,... en fin, que li farem, el temps passa o pasa, las ss nunca se me han dado bien...

when I was seventeen pa pa pa pa pa pa it was a very good year pa pa pa pa pa pa




When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
Im in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
>from fine old kegs
>from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years

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