Gris






Els nuvols s’han enganxat
al penell del campanar.

Fulles de foc i or
cedeixen sota el pes,
plumbi,
del cel.

No aixecarem el dia...

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  1. Autumn Leaves
    (Eva Cassidy)

    The falling leaves drift by my window
    The falling leaves of red and gold
    I see your lips, the summer kisses
    The sunburned hands I used to hold

    Since you went away the days grow long
    And soon I'll hear old winter's song
    But I miss you most of all, my darling
    When autumn leaves start to fall

    (Instrumental)

    Since you went away the days grow long
    And soon I'll hear old winter's song
    But I miss you most of all, my darling
    When autumn leaves start to fall

    I miss you most of all, my darling
    When autumn leaves start to fall

    ResponElimina
  2. Doncs auquí ens esclaten les pedres ja fa dies.
    Una miqueta de siusplaaaaaaauuuu... que al final ens haurem de dutxar amb coca-cola i no vegis com pringa!

    Barbollaire, saps cantar?
    Arare, saps ballar la dança de la pluja?
    Jo poso les coca-coles :)

    ResponElimina

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