Yesterday I got the creeps ... First row, Prince Philip, 10pm:
A few philologists, one engineer and an entrepreneur (are you missing someone?) Tried to hum along Pastora came into heat (which gale!) With Despistaos, we realized that we knew more songs than we thought and, finally, Celtic reached:
Cifu: Today I come to speak of a child, a girl I knew inside of me and do not forget, a girl ...
Us: ¬ ¬ euh? Cifu
... this girl called Zaragoza and we will make you enjoy this concert!
Us: * ¬ *
promise photos when I find the camera cable and when I pass the cacharrillo (oseasé, flash drive) the other philologists camera.
chronic
And when ... I wake up and stuff ... juas. [should not attempt to cross the bridge of Santiago at 5am at dawn yesterday with the north wind and a skirt. Jumped on a taxi, xD]