The music industry transformed into lords sitting on chairs made from musicians’ skins.
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El más joven dijo con voz pausada: «Saludos, amigo. ¿Qué destino lo lleva por aquí?»
Neither coming from outer space, nor discovered in pyramids. Neither stuck to a million-year-old rock or recovered from an ancient ship.
…perhaps that “lonely Don Quixote” was what the English journalist saw in his criticism that day. Don’t know
The mother of the mother of the mother of the mother lives in us right now.