Solo tengo una palabra para eso:
Grotesco.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Hoy vi el Face de los Cariñosos
Posted by Abracadabra at 11:23 PM
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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
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