Let me tell you I do not understand this life. We come here, we are born without more, wanting to eat the world live, and we eventually evaporate. How he laughs when required to write the destination. How much ink is left without finishing what we want. Few tears left scattered in the wind.
face of all this me rebel and I start to dream. Every act we do is recorded in people who know and those that lie ahead. Javi
Rillo, named after his hometown, known as Javi Metal, has left as many others when life makes promises to young people. What a traitor. But he, innocent macabre game of fate, has lived every day as if it were your last, has caricatured the world with his pen and has given color to life. And now, with his laughter, his jokes and songs Estrummer Joe has won and all the rockers for a special concert.
Look at the moon and listen.
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