Billy Holiday
The day of music, as always, I must begin on tiptoe, or I'll take the cocks and they are nervous, everything ruined.
then just turned on the computer I will not dare to put anything more ' moved to a Nick Drake or Elliott Smith, the death metal I keep it for after lunch.
Enfiatimisi testicles to hear Elliott Smith / Nick Drake / Portishead / Amalia Gre 'and company yesterday I was forced to ravanare among other hard disk of the company and who are you?
Billy Holiday.
It completely ignores the work, let's try.
The effect of Billy Holiday in a field such 'technological potential and' almost hilarious. The people around me nervously hurries from the impending milestone of December 1, at the monitors, I have a thing called the normal map that I am trying in vain to understand and that I hate with all my heart, carrying out the raging wind and brown leaves her unruffled The stately mother, standing there 'to sing as if nothing had happened, peaceful.
Not being able to concentrate too much on the texts I get glimpses in verses such as "well hold on my heart, if you're not here I do not do any good," or "you are like a summer with a thousand of July (hey you can 'say July? What word lollosa).
are formed in my mind images of grumpy woman brings singing while cooking, you know, something very close to how it could be my grandmother, something pure and singing for his antediluvian man. I do not I throw in masculinist discourses, for heaven's sake ', but' that he sang a lot of things now often dated like "you're my man and I'll wait here", "Madonna I love you even if you're like shit to me are the same ok although my heart bleeds "me of the delicious dips historical perspective.
Cosi 'I'm going to gugglare on this woman the voice so' fascinating and I find that a life was nothing like I imagined.
type and that 'dead heroin addict. And and 'was raped at age eleven after being abandoned by his father.
Fifteen already sing' so 'well that, to prevent the mother was evicted, singing' for those who wanted to throw in the street moved to tears and getting pity '. prostituiendosi nevertheless earned the bread, until of course someone important to know' in one of several vocal performances in bars and restaurants and began his success.
Fini 'in jail for drugs and step' from man to man, mostly 'a string of turds that made the pocket for the drug scene.
I read that was not appreciated as much for the vocal power, which in effect was rather limited as to the amount 'of the soul he put into every note, which apparently was on the other hand considerably.
All this, for property 'transitive, a thought creeps into my mind unpleasant
my grandmother, in turn, is not a perfect being and asexual?
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