"El miedo te da prisa." Marta Cañadas
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- Y no tiene ninguna importancia -dijo Wolf-, si se ha vivido. Pero de lo que me quejo es de que se empiece por envejecer. Mire, señor Brul, mi punto de vista es simple: mientras exista un lugar en el que haya aire, sol y hierba, tenemos la obligación de lamentar no estar allí, sobre todo si somos jóvenes. Boris Vian. La hierba roja.
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Spread your wings for New Orleans
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
She sings each night in some cafe
In her search to find wealth and fame
I hear Martha has gone and changed her name
It's a year since she was here
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
Tell her I miss her more each day
As her train pulled out down the track
Martha promised she'd soon be coming back
Oh tell her how my heart just breaks, in two
Since she journeyed far
And even though her dreams of fame fell through
To me she will always be a star
Spread your wings for New Orleans
Kentucky bluebird, fly away
And take a message to Martha, message to Martha
Ask her to start for home today
When you find her please let her know
Rich or poor, I will always love her soul
Fly away, Kentucky bluebird
Fly away, Kentucky bluebird
Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away...
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