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Servidor sirvió en el arma de aviación allá por los noventa precisamente en la Academia General del Aire de San Javier.

Este documental es un gran homenaje a los profesionales del Ejercito del Aire.

El regalo de Silvia - Lágrimas

Bigott - Find a romance

Find a romance
Clean the apartment
Be the physician
I'm remembering
Finish your shoes
Think about your future
Buy a good car
Stop smoking
Let's go marry her
Let's go marry her
Say it's for your purpose
And for guilty

I think I better go to talk a walk
Before the winter comes

Read the papers
Clear that smile
Forget your affaires
And the youthness
Be unhappy now
You got to grow up
Get a vaseline
Make a family
Go to bed soon
With pyjama
Be Copernico
Have you done your homework?

I think I better go to talk a walk
Before the winter comes

Star Wars TIE Fighter

Metric - I'm alive

I tremble
They're gonna eat me alive
If I stumble
They're gonna eat me alive
Can you hear my heart
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender
Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train
Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

If we're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart's still
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender
Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train
Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

If we're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart's still
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer

In memoriam: Terry Pratchett

Terry cogió el brazo de la muerte y lo siguió hasta sus puertas, en el desierto negro bajo la noche sin fin.

El Mato un Policía Motorizado - Mujeres Bellas y Fuertes

Gritos toda la noche, el vecino y un cuerpo.
Por el camino de tierra te vas.
Mujeres bellas y fuertes se han ido, mi amigo, y no volverán.