May be the face I can’t forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she

Esto lo leí en un comentario de josech en

Como diría el Pop: “Yo me gasté la mitad de mi dinero en mujeres y alcohol; el resto, lo desperdicié.”

¡Eso sí es saber vivir! :-P

Este post va dedicado a mi cuatacho del alma, el pinche ser mas OGT que he conocido, el joto del jmedina (la jota medina :-P), también conocido como el “George Armand Chagoyán”, y también a la persona mas culera . ;-)


P.D. Disculpas al sector culto y educado de mis lectores ^_^