El que busca
Tras la tormenta, el joven se acercó corriendo a la playa para buscar los tesoros que el temporal había acercado a la costa.Rebuscó por entre las algas, apartó varias sirenas muertas y escarbó en los bolsillos de los náufragos. Pero nada había allí de valor.
Volvió a casa apenado y cabizbajo, y su padre le volvió a azotar por no traer nada con lo que poder comprar su licor hasta la nueva tormenta.
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Anónimo -
Does that mean that I'm getting boring?
You tell me
I'm tired of listening to myself now
I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them
You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
Now the centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors
I said "My celibate days are over"
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue
Six months on, the winter's gone
The disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
It's summer, and it's sister song's
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy