03:56

IT'S OVER.

GO-GO

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Diana Antelo & Juan Martin Cerruti.

¡Feliz cumpleaños Diana! En realidad creo que ya te dije todo en la carta. Gracias por estos años de amistad, por bancarme, por las cagadas a pedos, las rateadas, las pelotudeces que nos mandamos, nuestros secretos y tantas, tantas, tantisimas cosas más. Te amo amiga feliz cumpleaños y como ya dije el viernes la rompemo' buacha.
y ¡Feliz cumpleaños Bartuxxx! Las tres x no tienen ningun significado en especial eh, jajaja. Y bueno no sé Barto nos conocemos hace un poco más de un año y en este tiempo creo que llegamos a conocernos bastante bien o por lo menos tenemos confianza para hablar de nuestros temas amorosos jajaj. Y bueno no sé, no te pude ver hoy, no sé si fuiste al colegio pero yo entré a las tres. Ayer fui re tarde y hoy no fuiste así que no sé cuando te saludaré en persona pero en fin. Ojalá que la hayas pasado bien y la pases bien el sabado en Sanse (? con los bepis, un FLA! Jajajaja, feliz cumpleaños amigo te quiero mucho, gracias por tantas.


(Un poco tarde, cumplen el 24, pero bueno, recien hoy tuve tiempo de escribirles algo que IGUALMENTE, sé que no van a leer).

L' ARC EN CIEL ♥

Nunca los voy a dejar de amar,
en especial a Hydito.

El día que los vea tocando
me puedo morir tranquila.

Me pinto el bajonaso... simplemente digamos que la vida es bella, pongamosle un poco de optimismo.

Amigos

youth

She’s always askin' him what he wants to do
How many times does he have to say, he's fucking confused?
He’d run away but there’s nowhere else to run
Why do they try to conform us? we just wanna have fun
We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight for our youth
"Why don't you go to school? You need to grow up."
They’re so infatuated like growing up is something you shoot up
Some girls my age they want to have a baby
Well I actually don’t wanna get married... they're fucking crazy
We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight for our youth
Adults like to bring us up to be and act like them
If we don't act alike, discard and try again
There is no room deep in their eyes for an individual
“Conform” and “stand in line” make sure you fit the mould
It’s alright to grow old, to mature and become wise
Too bad all they seem to want is to die in ignorance
Straighten your back, straighten your face and lose your grin
It’s time to be serious, think hard but always give in
You are the inferior, open your eyes and close your mouth
Just grow up to be just like me, watch and follow with no doubt
Train children like a dog, try not to get in the way
When I talk you should obey, try not to get in the way
It’s not a war, what are you fighting for?Life’s not a war, there's no need to conform
We need help but not everyday
No need, no need to use force
We need help but not in every single way
We don't need utter control"Why don't you go to school? you need to grow up"
Like growing up is something that you just shoot up
All of us, we'd run away, but where would we go?
Just loosen your grip on our leash you don't have to let go
We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight for our youth

Mi cerebro

Crass

You're walking down the street in the middle of the day the sun is shinning brightly everything is quite ok but then you hear this song, it makes you stop and yell out, "hey!" you might think that it is... but this is not a crass song you might think that it is but i'm telling you it ain't! although i will admit it sounds like something they might write it's a happy little ditty makes you stop and move you're feet you might think that this is... but this is not a crass song! masterpieces don't usually get written in a minute but this one took just seconds or even less time to pen it but don't be too amazed, 'cause it's just got one verse and chantin' your might think that this is... (read this line in your best cockney accent) ahh...right...it's not a crass song is it? the guitar riff is real savage and it ain't on all that on time the vocals are so cockney that they may just blow your mind and it's got made up words like "icklee", "zicklee", "vin", and "plime" you might think that this is... no! no! this is not a crass song! we like to play it in the morning like to play it in the night do yourself a favor matey, sing it instead of starting fights after only just one verse i'm telling you you'll feel all right you might think that this is... but this is not a crass song! play it when you're walking, walking down the street play it when you're riding on your bike or on your feet doesn't really matter 'cause it's really really neat you might think that this is... ahhh... sing it to your mommy, sing it to your dad sing it to your new girl friend or the one you just had...

I
I CAN FLY

S MC

Marihuana
Cigarette

God save the queen

Quiero meterme en ese humo y que nunca más me saquen de ahi.

Milton Díaz & Florentina Gonzalez.

¡Feliz cumpleaños Milton! Gracias por ser el tarado del curso y hacerme reir innumerables veces y de reirte de las cosas tontas que te digo, dejar que te boludee y por cargarme (aunque seas un traidor) Y hablar de minas y bueh, todas esas cosas ::: Te quiero mucho putito. Devolvé las Vauquitas forro ¬¬.

Y ¡Feliz cumpleaños Flori! Que la hayas pasado bien con el tarado de Juanse qw.

No les quiero dar más explicaciones la concha de su madre, me cago en todos. Quiero ser libre y que la gente no se meta en mis asuntos, que me deje aprender de mis pelotudeces, yo me quiero hacer responsable de lo que hago y siento o sea no me rompan las bolas, yo si me tengo que hacer cargo lo hago pero dejenme hacer lo que se me canta el choto, estoy HARTA.

Lost in my own path.

QUIERO VOLVER AL COLEGIO, ¡POR FAVOR!

SON PATYS BOLO
(Solo para entendidos, jajaja).