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miércoles, 13 de noviembre de 2013
wouldn't it be nice? The Beach Boys
Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together
Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through
Happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kiss was never ending
Wouldn't it be nice
Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldnt do
We could be married
And then wed be happy
Wouldn't it be nice
You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice
martes, 28 de mayo de 2013
if
Murder on
the Orient Express
A young American was travelling to Venice on the
Orient Express. It was a long journey, and he was bored. Sitting opposite him
there was an Italian man. He was about 50 years old. He had an English
newspaper on the seat next to him.
“Excuse me,” the American
said. ‘Can I borrow your newspaper?’
‘No,’ said the Italian. ‘I´m
sorry’. You can’t.
‘Why not?’ asked the American.
‘Well,’ said the Italian,
‘it’s quite simple...’
‘If I lend you my newspaper,
we’ll start talking.’
‘If we start talking, we´ll
become friends.’
‘If we become friends, I´ll
invite you to my house in Venice.’
‘If I invite you to my house
in Venice, you’ll meet my beautiful daughter.’
‘If you meet Nicoletta, you’ll
fall in love with her.’
‘If you fall in love with her,
you’ll run away together.’
‘If you run away together,
I’ll find you’.
‘If I find you, I’ll kill
you’.
‘So that’s why, I won’t lend
you my newspaper.’
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