Primera entrada..

jaja..
no sabia como ponerle de titulo.. y todavia no se usar esto.. jaja maru me vas a tener que enseñar muuuuuuuuuy bieeen.. jajaja
siempre acostumbro a dejar canciones en los lugares en donde escribo.. asi que.. va una

When Im Sixty Four.. The Beatles

When I get older, losing my hair,
many years from now,
will you still be senting me a Valentine,
birthday greetings, bottle
of wine?  If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,
would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty four?



I could be handy, mending a fuse,
when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty four?

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
yours sincerely wasting away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form,
mine forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty four?


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