time I did it right On Saturday I was invited to listen to some guys who sing copyrighted songs.
I thought it was funny and boring. Both at the same time. Yes, I'm a contradiction.
Like when I left the radio, I was there. The place was not the prettiest, or enlightenment, or what they ate, and the tables or chairs. Nothing I liked. Everything was kind of sad. I was sad as well, so everything seemed still more depressed.
We expect a site that my friend had booked. The table was under a lamp that gave me the feeling that the light was going to crush me or I was going to confess to the unspeakable. I was faced with a gray wall, watching some crappy pictures. Oh, all put me off.
Desire to flee.
The people who were filling the place had the same expression I desolate, tired eyes, hands clenched, dark clothing, hair dull. The dyes are wreaking havoc on the hair of women, thought to look at those hairs under the lights of the confessional.
The place was filled with people dissolved, were out pizzas, mixed with coffee and pancakes with dulce de leche and more beer and snacks and coffee with cream and ice cream, all topped with a lot of white light was dark inside me more and more.
Until they arrived, the beatles false.
One looked slightly to George, only it was short, but when he climbed to the high chair, he looked pretty. Ringo was not there, but that made Paul and John was brilliant, the third only played guitar and was completely bare, it was not a Beatle. 's amazing how a legendary song is able to rescue the agony of a handful of lonely people asleep.
When will I see even remotely faith. I thought to myself "pfff, but sadness."
Error.
only one song was enough.
The three types if I closed my eyes, were the four spirits of Liverpool.
So unusual, people began to recover a little life. While they lasted the old songs, which were partially destroyed jovatos there, we went back to adolescence, long and abundant hair, the baggy, love and peace.
Some who knew English singing her lungs out, I sang in my shit English, but sang as they walked down the lights and lit a candle confession lonely on the table, I was almost happy.
