Fregona

Desde que me hice maruja, mi mayor logro ha sido encontrar la fregona perfecta para casa. La menos perfecta queda, así, para fuera de casa, que también hacía falta.

Antes de salir a votar, me he asegurado de que cada una estaba en su lugar.

Play loud!

Our friend is gone, forever. That's the horror of death. No matter what philosophers or religion might tell. It's the void, the nothing. Looking at him through the Snowy-white glass, noting he was not there, I tried to sing the song we used to play. But his trumpet would not follow and the instruments we brought, we didn't play. Somehow you must be black for that. Or gypsy.

He once told me he wanted to be a writer. He was encouraged by teachers and family, particularly by his father. He was good at it. But one day he realized life kept passing by, while he was writing. He then bought a trumpet.

There you go, dear Jesus, with Gillespie and all the gang, for eternal jamming. We love you, we will miss you. Play loud and shine!

COL·LABORA!

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WAR! Anything else is a joke. ¡GUERRA! Cualquier otra cosa es broma.

¡COLABORA!

Homenaje de los artistas al niño sirio