coconut, noce di cocco, noix de coco...
agua de coco, leche de coco, aceite de coco, arroz con coco, coco rallado.
Jason Schwartzmann es talentoso, hermoso, gracioso, perfecto. Se armó su propia banda, Coconut Records, que tiene nombre de discográfica, pero no! Es amor puro.
Y después, un desquiciado, un loco del coco. El señor coconut. Para bailar con una falda amplia y cocos cubriendo nuestras tetas.
Y bajoneamos de nuevo, con coco rosie. El problema es que como no conozco coco rosie, salvo por el nombre, sólo voy a poner el primer tema que aparece, que es muy lindo... Pero sepan que no fue elegido a conciencia sino a comodidad.
domingo, 14 de marzo de 2010
jueves, 4 de marzo de 2010
mensaje para el amor de mi vida
Si estás ahí, esperá un toque, no te quiero conocer todavía. Quiero cometer todos los errores posibles.
Empieza tarde y bajito, pero es hermosa.
I'm gonna make a mistake
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick
And I'm scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run, but I sure had fun, so
I'm gonna fuck it up again
I'm gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense
What you looking at me for
I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back
The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
I've acquired quite a taste for
A well-made mistake I wanna make a mistake
Why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why
Do I wanna do right, of course but
Do I really wanna feel I'm forced to
Answer you, hell no
I've acquired quite a taste for
A well-made mistake, I wanna make a mistake
Why can't I make a mistake
Empieza tarde y bajito, pero es hermosa.
I'm gonna make a mistake
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick
And I'm scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run, but I sure had fun, so
I'm gonna fuck it up again
I'm gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense
What you looking at me for
I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back
The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
I've acquired quite a taste for
A well-made mistake I wanna make a mistake
Why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why
Do I wanna do right, of course but
Do I really wanna feel I'm forced to
Answer you, hell no
I've acquired quite a taste for
A well-made mistake, I wanna make a mistake
Why can't I make a mistake
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