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There’s a rat in me kitchen

There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna do?  There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna go?  I'm gonna fix that rat that's what I'm gonna do,  I'm gonna fix that rat.  When you open your mouth you don't talk, you shout  And you give every body the blame,  But… Continue reading There’s a rat in me kitchen

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El chiringuito del camping

A chiringuito is a small establishment, of more or less provisional construction, whose purpose is to establish a business, generally dedicated to the service sector, and particularly to the sale of food and beverages. Those located on beaches and other tourist areas, which usually have seasonal activity, but can be fixed constructions. Usually, the activity… Continue reading El chiringuito del camping

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Unchained Melody

Oh, my love, my darling,  I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time,  Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much.  Are you still mine?  I need your love,  I need your love,  God speed your love to me.  Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea  To the open… Continue reading Unchained Melody

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There is a spa hidden in the garden

(...) Last Friday night Yeah we danced on tabletops And we took too many shots Think we kissed but I forgot Last Friday night Yeah we maxed our credit cards And got kicked out of the bar So we hit the boulevard Last Friday night We went streaking in the park Skinny dipping in the… Continue reading There is a spa hidden in the garden

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The barn needs cleaning

(...) Tengo ganas de no tener ganas  Tengo un par de mascotas que no saben quien soy  Y entre tanto que tengo  No encuentro razón suficiente pa' olvidarme de ti De tu mano pequeña diciéndome adiós  Esa tarde de lluvia en San Juan  Con los besos que llevo conmigo  Que son solo tuyos y nunca… Continue reading The barn needs cleaning

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At the terrace

A Parisian Roof Garden in 1918 by Natalie Clifford Barney As I must mount to feed those doves of ours, Perhaps you too will spend nocturnal hours Upon your roof So high aloof That from its terraced bowers We catch at clouds and draw a bath from showers. Before the moon has made all pale… Continue reading At the terrace

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A secret Valentines decorate my office…

(...) We'll write a song That turns out the lights When both boy and girl start suddenly shaking inside Don't waste your time Speed up your breathing Just close your eyes We'll hope it's not for nothing at all Lay down be still Don't worry talk they will I'll be loving you until Morning's first… Continue reading A secret Valentines decorate my office…