CineArteMusica

A true love of mine.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, that's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all. Many times I've often prayed in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Rock n' Roll Parte VI // Bajistas

The Draytones

Bloc Party
Durazno

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Blood Thisrty Bastards
Humo del Cairo

Jackson Souvenirs

Bicicletas

Camelar

Sacachispas

Galápagos

Senderos Suburbanos
Thought nº 1207835 by at

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