domingo, 20 de febrero de 2011

Maybe this time I'll win.

 Maybe this time I'll be lucky. Maybe this time he'll stay. Maybe this time, for the first time, love won't hurry away. He will hold me fast, I'll be home at last not a loser anymore like the last time, and the time before. Everybody loves a winner so nobody loved me. Lady peaceful, Lady happy. That's what I want to be. All of the odds are, they're in my favour. Something's bound to begin. It's gotta happen, happen sometime. 
-Está loca por mí. ¡Qué mujer no lo está! Yo sé que va usted a preguntarme cuál es mi secreto... ¡Voto al diablo que sois osado! El secreto es no darles a entender que se las quiere. No ir nunca tras ellas. Que ellas vayan detrás de ti. Hay que avivar el cariño del amor con el abanico de la indiferencia... (Los Hermanos Marx en el Oeste)

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