Despues de un mes de pereza y dejadez absoluta de la cual me avergüenzo y por la que humildemente os pido perdón, traigo algunas fotos antiguas, unas más que otras (sin ninguna relación lógica entre ellas) , e incluso una bonita canción para que canteis a coro con vuestros amigos.
Dos amigas (no es la que os prometí pero es que esta me gusta más)
Diablo de polvo (en el barrio tengo pavos reales y en el trabajo tornados)
Zona este del "Mar de la Traquilidad" en la Luna (no, no he estado alli)
Jupiter y dos de sus lunas (ni aqui tampoco)
Y ahora una hermosa canción cantada por sanos leñadores del Canadá:
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night and I work all day.
Chorus:
He's a lumberjack and he's OK
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shopping and have buttered scones for tea
Mounties:
He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping and has buttered scones for tea.
Chorus:
He's a lumberjack and he's OK
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down trees, I skip and jump
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.
Mounties:
He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing and hangs around in bars?!
Chorus:
He's a lumberjack and he's OK
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down trees, I wear high heels
Suspenders and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear Papa!!
Mounties:
I cut down trees, I wear high heels?!
Suspenders...and a bra?!...
Just the Lumberjack:
I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear Papa!!
