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I go to the hills when my heart is lonely,
I know I will hear what I've heard before,
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music, And I'll sing once more.
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Love lifts us up where we belong,
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high.
Love lifts us up where we belong,
Far from the world below,
Up where the clear winds blow.

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  • la comida- chorizo, jamón, tortilla etc.
  • Oscar watching Big Bang theory
  • Abuela's silly faces
  • towers in Bar Escondite
  • Vodka negra! con limón
  • Plaza del Sol
  • café con leche acerca de catedral
  • peacocks in the park
  • REBAJAS
  • Gascona - Sidra y vino
  • Harry Potter y las reliquias de la muerte
  • the short cut to school past the crazy cat lady's house
  • Calle Uria
  • La Gorda y El Culo
  • Absenta (absinthe)
  • disregarding crossing signals
  • heels all over town
  • hiking to Jesus
  • Museo de las Bellas Artes
  • garbanzo bean soup
  • bocadillos - chorizo o pollo con queso cremoso
  • fabadas
  • the fountain above the train station
  • Museo de la tortura - the inquisition, what a show!
  • dos besos
  • wandering thru that little book store down that back street
aug 11 2011 ∞
nov 10 2011 +