Well, I left a little less than 15 days to go. And one of the things that concerns me, however banal it may seem to you, dear readers, is the theme song. I am not referring to a particular song, but the truth, there's music sucks. This unbearable pop cheese melts which poor quality in a pizza that is hard and fast like a piece of cardboard, or wave youth music high school musical, camp rock, etc, that make you want to perform a arakiri with 2HB black pencil. Gender or MTV (yes, I think it's a genre) in which someone sings, 50 turnips make a choreography, and the videos always appear mines with his pants below the hip and showing a bit of the thong, because Obviously, they are re crazy and risky. I sure miss a lot of styles, but the truth, as are all more or less equal, did not intend to bore you with all of that rant.
The thing is I'll try the revolution. So as you listen. From the hand of the Vela Puerca, Ska-p, Manu Chao, Marea, Round, Mama Santa ... I'm not saying go and take the White House, but I wish to evangelize a few down the road of good music. No gigas is how I'm gonna have to go, but survival is in the middle.
When I want to suggest, suggest. But the one proposed by the jonas brothers, lynch him in Plaza de Mayo.
today welcomed the troubadour
pd hope everything it should have been capitalized, and is in minúsuculas, is because they are names that do not think they have authority to have earned the honor of English grammar.
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