!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English
Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition
Friday, January 7, 2011
Adam Green - Buddy Bradley
This is not a good day to call me because I cannot spare some sympathy.
My own feeling is mostly unclear, and when I'm talking to you, I'm not here.
I don't think I'll ever be ready for you, but I'll be trying to help you out, too.
So I went downstairs for a walk, but I had no strength; did not talk...
Yes, you are the flatulent one, and I am the bore who has a gun.
You ran into me with such force, now all I can be is Buddy Bradley.
And all of her friends have been approved by them, and all I can hear is people singing,
Now two of a kind has come across my mind, where 'forever more' is painted on her door.
Just cancel the Sunday salon and bury the gravedigger's son...
No money could last for too long; nobody could pay for this song...
And all of her friends have been approved by them, and all I can hear is people singing,
Now two of a kind has come across my mind, where 'forever more' is painted on her door.
Yes, you are the flatulent one, and I am the bore who has a gun.
You ran into me with such force, now all I can be is Buddy Bradley.This is not a good day to call me because I cannot spare some sympathy.
My own feeling is mostly unclear, and when I'm talking to you, I'm not here.
I don't think I'll ever be ready for you, but I'll be trying to help you out, too.
So I went downstairs for a walk, but I had no strength; did not talk...
Yes, you are the flatulent one, and I am the bore who has a gun.
You ran into me with such force, now all I can be is Buddy Bradley.
And all of her friends have been approved by them, and all I can hear is people singing,
Now two of a kind has come across my mind, where 'forever more' is painted on her door.
Just cancel the Sunday salon and bury the gravedigger's son...
No money could last for too long; nobody could pay for this song...
And all of her friends have been approved by them, and all I can hear is people singing,
Now two of a kind has come across my mind, where 'forever more' is painted on her door.
Yes, you are the flatulent one, and I am the bore who has a gun.
You ran into me with such force, now all I can be is Buddy Bradley.
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