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Escuchar " Soleado " - Manolo Otero


Letras

La La La (Excuse Me Again) (Jay-Z featuring Memphis Bleek and Beanie Segal)

[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 1]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some you little bums
I take the cake from under the bakers thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Paddings
Fake Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
Hop ya**out that S-Class
Lay back in the Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
Look but don't touch, mutha**a think twice
Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light
Need a light?

(To smoke that La, La, La)
[Chorus 2]
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
It's the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 2]
We got brothers full of Army, Mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo's
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If your a 10 chances your with him
If your a 5 you know you ridin' with them
Sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like the Rainman twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets
Yao Ming

[Chorus 3]
Still smokin' that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 3]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mami's like body painters
Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, your very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Mutha**a's must be smokin' they La, La, La or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that
Plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?
I'm THEE! public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you
That's**, I ain't into liking dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Pharrell Williams{of the Neptunes}]
Well watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
C'mon
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now

Up In Smoke (Cuban Link)

Yo,.lyrical murda on wax, what!?
Still gettin high, puffin' that la,
Yeah, Terror Squad, Blunt Records,
Check this shit out,
Cuban Link.. wha..

Yo, i'm up in smoke,
Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te queto
I rock my flow, and knock it out just like Jose Canseco
So take off like Delta, run for shelta
Theres no helper here, you felt of it
L be servin niggas like Mr. Belvadere
I twist an L, sip a beer here and there
Drink some liquor then pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeah
Come hear the sounds of a rookie fromt he boogie down
Used to be a shorty but guess whos givin nukkies now
So clown if you got the heart
Start some bullshit, it's your bid
A bullet through your skull from my full clip
I pull triggas givin niggas hell, like I'm sittin,
Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you over like Walter Payton
Makin hits, my cliques, makin moola
Like Don Shula, nothin's coola
Than puffin on a phat blunt from Cu-ba

I smoke more blunts than a little bit,
What are you an idiot?
The more I smoke,
The smaller my phillie get
I smoke more blunts than a little bit,
What are you an idiot?
Wake up in the mornin, got me yearnin for herb!

Start the buddah session,
True confessions, spark the cu' up,
Cu' be where the supa-fly's, buddahfied,
Even in a suit n tie,
Cruisin though the 5 boroughs wit live thorough,
Niggas that like to smoke they Hydro in front of 5-0,
Yo Manolo shoot that piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,
While I pay Frank a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,
Ey yo, this **in blunt's got me buggin,
I be thuggin it out, like Noreaga playin,
You aint sayin nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,
Puttin venom in'em,
Put'em on stage, for minimum wage, to graves is where i send'em
Hem'em up like a party dress
Terror Squad is as hard as it gets
Rippin your heart out your chest
Spark the cess, chickenheads stressin the **
Wanna jump up in the Lex, twin, when they see me wit the best
Twisted up the dutch, a little Tony's Touch
Let'em work the clutch while i lite the bliz up
On a highway wit this big **a
Gettin high like Chris Tucker on Friday, hit it my way
Like Frank Sinatra, lite up at the opera
When the cops come show the prescription from the docta
I puff cause I got ta'
This stuff from the rasta's
Get enough love in the Bronx, from Italians wit all the pasta
John Blazin, keep the tree's blazin
You think a lil weed gonna ** with my cordination??

Wha wha..

Haha.. yeah..
Blunted for life.. Blunt Records,
Triple Seis,
Punisher,
Fat Ji-Doe,
Don Cartigina,
Fulla-clips, wha what,
Cuban Link'in it,
Artie's,.. yeah,
Wha wha.. real niggas..
Blunted.
Yea nigga.. this how we do.

Shopping Bags (She Got From You) (De La Soul)

(We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either)

[Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
Popping tags and collars her charm
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
Manolo and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you

[Posdonus]
Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want
Candelight might flick at'cha
Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
Her handle tight like a master
She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree
The avenue like her catwalk
Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street
looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
Spend it, you live to show
All the cash that you can burn
What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
But get no**back in return {*HA, HA HA*}
Stay laughin, straight at you dog
Best believe, you wastin time
Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like

[Chorus] - 1/2

[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it

[Dave]
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
Livin it up off the pop hits
Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one
To give it up 'til you cop shit
Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that actright, but she got control
She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
Nigga you shootin blanks
Tryin to front like you got game
Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
But it's your wallet she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
You start payin for your time
She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend
{*HA, HA HA*} And you'll be left with dimes
While she fillin up

[Chorus]

[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it

{*ad libs and chickenheads to fade*}

Magnetic (Foxy Brown)

[Pharell]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Repeat 10X]
Yeah (c'mon!)

[Verse One: Foxy]
Not too many chicks can rap to this
Spit sick the flow be so accurate
Ill Na Na and Def Jam is backin' it
Feel my words, I'm oh so passionate
They like to hear me talk greasy
Bitches stay shook in my presence, they walk easy
Acting all thirsty, hope they not irk me
Tits are still perky, skin is still hershy
Yes, I'm well known to flip fast
Yes, I still shop on Fifth Ave
We toured out, that's what we all bout
Kevin Lyor-ed out, Christian Dior-ed out
My shades are all Chanel-ed out and
The beat is straight Pharell-ed up and
My words are what explains my mind
I'm here, I'm back again, the game is mine

[Chorus: Pharell]
Yeah (c'mon!) - {*Repeat 16X*}

[Verse Two: Foxy]
FB, there ain't no equivalent
The flow is oh so belligerent
The hood love the style that I'm delivering
Fox is hip hop, they just can't rid of this
And all the pain and shit I went through
And all the foul niggas I been through
The world is mine, I'm back to grind
You know you the best when rap dudes go at you
But see my rep is so amazing
The streets, the hood are still craving
I still be rockin' in my Gucci
but switched it up to Emilio Pucci
I love it when hoes try to roll up
Cuz once they see Fox they fold up
And quickly switch they whole flow up
BK, I throw it up, feet stay, Manolo-ed up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Foxy]
Huhh, the Bentley, H2, the Rover
I'm back, this rap game is over
From Nas, the Firm and Young Hova
Fox a young soldier, will cock a toaster
Young Fox, the new version of Roxanne
The streets talking like what's her next plan
Is she signed to Puff now or Def Jam
That go to show y'all niggas, I'm the best man

[Chorus] - repeat until fade

Sobre Tus Pasos (Manolo Garcia)

Buscar una isla de orilla esmeralda y adormecerse.
** cuerpo, serena mente. Buscar una isla de orilla esmeraldd.
Quien pudiera, quien supiera besar el desaliento.
Despedirlo con gesto de homerico viajero, buscar declives y curvas y sembrarlas de palidos reflejos.
De palido reflejo.
Volvere sobre mis pasos, sobre tus pasos, padre.Volvere sobre mis pasos que seran tus pasos, madre
A un universo de olas, aun universo de mares de trigo y olivos.
Buscar una orilla de isla esmeralda y adormecernos. Soleados dias, dulces inviernos.
Buscar un paraje **, desierto.
Quien pudiera, quien supiera sembrar el desconcierto.
Despedirse con gesto de homerico viajero.
Buscar declives, resguardo, sotavento y palidos reflejos. Palido reflejo.
Volvere sobre mis pasos, sobre tus pasos, padre.Volvere sobre mis pasos que seran tus pasos madre
Volvere a abrir el cajon de la memoria donde se guardan ordenadas las limpias reservas,
volvere sobre tus dias, confusa y amada historia.
Volvere sobre mis pasos.....

Bring It On (Jay-Z)




[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these mother**ers
**in talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack
Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers mother**er
For real; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown Roc A Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
** a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so ** college
Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with cristals, get **ed with pistols
just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

Chorus: Fat Joe

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
(repeat 4X)

[Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms
in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liason for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
horizontal, get your weight up, I am
two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the **...

("Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe)

[Big Jaz]
Money is power
I'm into cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum ** for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the ** you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
** with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

Chorus

"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
(repeat 5X)

Ay Calixto (Joaquin Sabina)

¡Ay, Calixto! ¡Ay, Calixto:
sin tabaco y sin parné,
ay Calixto, ay Calixto,
por culpa de una mujer!

Aquí donde usted me ve,
descangayado, fané
y sin afeitar,
yo era un hijo de papá
de casa bien.
Lucía como un "gentelman"
ternos de "tweed"
a medida,
fular,
chofer,
pedigrí,
"savoir faire",
mujer
querida,
elegancia natural
y el acta de diputado
más votado
del Partido Po**r.

El caso es que mi señora
un seis de junio
alumbró
un Conde de Algora
junior
al que pusimos "Calixto,
tal que su progenitor".
Y como para nacer
de noble cuna,
crecer,
ser de la tuna
y casarse
no hay que pasarse
de listo
hasta Calixto,
que en cuanto
a encanto
viril
tenía tanto
"**-appeal"
como Manolo "el del bombo"
tras el quilombo
sorpresa
que son las bodas
de moda,
volvió de luna de miel
con un pastel
de frambuesa
que te miraba
y cortaba
el hipo
y la mayonesa
con ese tipo:
su vacunita
en el brazo,
dieciocho añitos
y esos malditos
ojazos
de gata
en celo
y aquella mata
de pelo
como una hoguera
y unas pestañas
con telarañas
de terciopelo
y esas caderas
que estaban hechas para pecar
por las escaleras,
para enseñarle el pajar,
para esperar en la era,
para mancharle el vestido,
para cantarle al oído:
"reloj no marques las horas"
para quitarse el sombrero.
Caballero, qué señora.
Caballero, qué señora.
Caballero: ¡qué señora...!

¡Ay, Calixto, ay, Calixto:
quién te ha visto y quién te ve!
¡Ay Calixto, ay Calixto,
por culpa de una mujer!

Para colmo mi Calixto
por lo visto
no le sobraba
afición
como varón:
toreaba
fuera de cacho,
no se apretaba
los machos,
ni se gustaba,
ni se cruzaba,
ni paraba,
ni mandaba,
ni templaba,
ni remataba
faena
y no le daba
a su nena
la alegría
macarena
que el cuerpo de esa morena
sin alma necesitaba.

Conque una noche
que no quisimos ir retrasando más
pasó lo que sabíamos
que iba a pasar...

Dejando el coche,
camina que te camina,
más que felices
tirándole a las perdices
sin carabina,
yo pensé: "... Y ¿por qué no?".
Y ella, muerta
de risa,
dejando abierta la veda
de su camisa
de seda:
"¡Date prisa,
(me apuro)
que queda
sólo un botón...!".

¡Ay, Calixto, ay, Calixto:
quién te ha visto y quién te ve!
¡Ay, Calixto: qué conflicto,
por culpa de una mujer!

Lo violento
fue que, en pleno
ayuntamiento
carnal,
llegó el bueno
de Calixto
con los ojos como faros
y, al vernos con tal
descaro
de cúbito
horizontal
pasarnos al grupo mixto,
armó la de Dios es Cristo
antes de echarse a llorar
y terminar
con su vida de un disparo
mortal de necesidad.

Me hubiera dado
lo mismo
arrastrar el sambenito
de un sótano
en el abismo
si el cuerpazo del delito
de la chiquilla
que sale en mis pesadillas
de enamorado
hubiera estado
a mi lado.

Pero apenas enterrado
y caliente
aún el cadáver
del marido,
cerró el pasado
con llave,
buscó un pendiente
perdido
por los bolsillos
de mi chaqueta,
guardó el cepillo
de dientes
en su maleta
"Vuitton"
y se libró de mi asedio
poniendo tierra por medio
entre su tedio y mi fuego,
entre mi siempre y su luego,
entre su ego y mi yo.

¡Ay, Calixto, ay, Calixto:
quién te ha visto y quién te ve!
¡Tú, que eras tan listo
cuando te hablaban de usted!

¡Ay, Calixto, ay Calixto,
la sonrisa del PP:
te echaron del grupo mixto,
te quitaron el carné!

Rodé como el peor de los trotamundos
por un submundo
de yonquis y de busconas
hasta que,
un siglo después,
cuando las olimpiadas de Barcelona,
en la estación del metro de Urquinaona
choqué con una persona
y se le cayó un pendiente
que yo conocía muy bien.
Se lo alcancé torpemente
y cuando ella, indiferente,
dijo "Thank you",
la miré...
Y sí, seguía siendo tan bella
que sólo podía ser ella:
la mujer
que yo quería,
por la que me consumía,
a la que tanto busqué...
Y, sin embargo, aquel día
-no me pregunten por qué-
ni siquiera la llamé.
Puede parecerles tonto
pero, de pronto,
no la vi tan diferente,
confundida con la gente
que, impaciente,
en el andén
una mañana cualquiera
de un lunes de primavera
estaba esperando el tren,
estaba esperando el tren...

Bonnie & Clyde (Jay Z Featuring Beyonce)

[talking]
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get ‘em..

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside - high, way
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
all of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during “** and the City”
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The ‘03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

[Chorus]
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride ‘til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride ‘til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they ‘bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin at Kermain, Burkin bag (?)
Manolo (?), Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
so don't let the necessary occur, yep!

[Chorus]

[Beyonce]
(Talk to ‘em B)
If I was your girlfried
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody (?)
Yeah-hee (break it down for ‘em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend

[Chorus]

Para Que No Se Duerman Mis Sentidos (Manolo Garcia)

Háblame en la hora calma de la media noche
Háblame para que no se duerman mis sentidos, háblame
De lejanas tierras donde el único dios sea el sol
Donde se vive al rumor de las hojas del sicómoro mecidas de brisa y calor.

Cuéntame fracasos, vida, rumbos de pintores locos
Háblame de la calima de las noches
Cuando tu amante de amantes huyó
De Cartago a las puertas de Roma, de la Sevilla mora
De claveles de revolución
De las vueltas que da la tuerca,
De los amores que son prisión.

Va y viene mi alma de esponja
Viene y va si tú me hablas,
Si tú me cuentas cosas

Barquera, monte, montera

Viene y va mi alma viajera
Linda zagala, si me quisieras

Va y viene linda barquera
Si tú me miras de esa manera

Háblame en la hora calma de la media noche
Háblame para que no se duerman mis sentidos, háblame
De Cádiz fenicia, de la Córdoba que abrigaba su mezquita,
De Chagall o de los poetas andaluces del destierro
De porqué claveles para una revolución
De las vueltas que da la tuerca,
De los amores que son prisión.

Va y viene mi alma de esponja
Viene y va si tú me hablas,
Si tú me cuentas cosas

Va y viene mi alma guerrera
Viene y va si tú me hablas,
Si tú endulzas la espera

Barquera, monte, montera

Viene y va mi alma viajera
Linda zagala, si me quisieras

Va y viene linda barquera
Si me sonríes de esa manera

Barquera, monte, montera

Barquera, monte, montera

De Libélulas (Manolo Garcia)

Mi amor flota con nenufares en un estanque de libelulas azules.
El tuyo es un trio de golondrinas en un bosque de papel.
Centellas negras atravesando nubes.
Mi amor sera agua del vapor de un barco, carboncillo en tuyo. Pulido anaquel para colgar platos.
Para colgar platos con lindos dibujos de arboles floridos. Para nuevas noches calidas de olvidos.
El amor es de luz que pasa por ojos de puente romano.
Luz cambiante que acaricio sus sillares con las manos que los tallaron.
Nuestro amor es busto de arcilla de bella liberta con pendientes.
Es de hojas de te de aromas humedos de los orientes.
Mi amor flota con nenufares en un estanque de libelilas azules.
Castillo es, tejado de golondrinas en un bosque de papel.
Abandonadas ruinas bajo las nubes.
El arpa da notas, tremula de rosas, y un tu breve boca refila la flauta, viruta de brozas.
De broza de rizos, limaduras de angel. De tu aliento dulce mazapan en bucles y anisillo en gotas.
Quemare desde hoy mis rastrojos a diosas terrenales
y en noches sin luna, candiles votivos de buenos augurios a los nuevos amores.
No sera mas, mi amor, mano firme de anillo de mimbre ajustado.
Ya por siempre sera de fierro argentino. Su vaina de cuero gastado.


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