ay, Paul

 

Day after day alone on the hill the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still. But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool, and he never gives an answer. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning around... Well, on his way his head in a cloud  the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud. But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make, and he never seems to notice. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning around... And nobody seems to like him, they can tell what he wants to do, and he never shows his feelings. But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning around... Round and round and round... He never listens to them, he knows that they're the fools, they don't like him, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning around.

No sé si alguien notó que cambié el fondo del blog hace unos días... No es un gran cambio, pero es un cambio.

Ahhh, queda relativamente poco para el fin de las clases... Que lleguen pronto las preciadas vacaciones! Que quiero salir a pasear más con Pololo y visitar más a mis amigos.

Eso es to, eso es to, eso es todo, amigos!

Camila.