Llovía y me he quedado en casa escribiendo al lado de la chimenea.
Me he puesto el batín de raso que siempre da un aire flemático y tal vez por eso, las musas me han vuelto a hablar en la lengua de Shakeaspeare.
Se llama Amores extraños.
A ver que les parece
Strange love
There was a wild cat
who lived in a flat.
he wasn´t that wild
but he never smiled
He felt in love
with the pig from above.
He become more polite
than a sir knight
But she was a bitter,
and treated him like litter.
Her name was Juliet
and she did ballet,
while he liked to groove
above in the roof.
A hard nut to crack
but life changed his luck.
One day in bad mood
and tired of her prude,
he treated her rude.
And for his surprise
she did really liked
He finally found
that she was blasé
of all that ballet
and living so bound.
She wanted to go wild
and leaving that mild.
They crossed the surround
and moved out of town
Now they live together
and both wear leather.
The end
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Le estoy cogiendo el gustillo a lo de disfrazarme, pero no se lo digan a la @Sra_racho que me tiene un poco frito
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