La música amansa a las fieras

La parte técnica del blog está de vacaciones, durante un tiempo. Eso no quiere decir que yo esté descansando :-)
Sólo quería dejar unas líneas para recordar a Torito que como me contaban de pequeño seguramente esté ya en el limbo, o no.
Un yorkshire con corazón de niño mimado.

"If I get murdered in the city, don’t go revengin in my name. One person dead from such is plenty, no need to go get locked away. When I leave your arms, the things that I think of, no need to get over alarmed. I’m comin home. I wonder which brother is better. Which one our parents love the most. I sure did get in lots of trouble. They seemed to let the other go. A tear fell from my father’s eyes. I wondered what my dad would say. He said I love you, and I’m proud of you both, in so many different ways. If I get murdered in the city, go read the letter in my desk. Don’t worry with all my belongings, but pay attention to the list. Make sure my sister knows I loved her. Make sure my mother knows the same. Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing, like the love that let us share our name. Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing, like the love that let us share our name"