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The first time that I saw it was taking a red garment to game with its half long hair. That pretty network dress, oh Eileen. I have always liked this color for its hair. The tonality of the same lips. Since I knew it he was dreaming of tangling my fingers in its long hair and doing a million kiss-curls ruby. Me embobaba with the contortion of its hips to the gait or while he was dancing. I was getting lost in the look of its big eyes and was meeting again in its lips, in the kisses that it was throwing to the air. But especially its voice. Yours, your voice, Monique Powell. Siempre me ha gustado ese color para su pelo. La tonalidad de sus mismos labios. Desde que la conocí soñaba con enredar mis dedos en su melena y hacer un millón de caracolillos rubí. Me embobaba con la contorsión de sus caderas al caminar o mientras bailaba. Me perdía en la mirada de sus grandes ojos y me reencontraba en sus labios, en los besos que lanzaba al aire. Pero sobre todo su voz. La tuya, tu voz, Monique Powell.

In the second meeting you were going of black. Who has died in the sky that even the angels dress in mourning. Everything forces in the stage, giving sense to the musician. Striking your hip to the rhythm of the ramrods. They were saying the Tow that I do not know what gave to me for the back, when vi. the slit of your skirt. That has left with your black skirt of those of Cornellà, and you to voice to their sum of those. Todo fuerza en el escenario, dando sentido a la música. Golpeando tu cadera al ritmo de las baquetas. Decían los Estopa que no sé qué me dio por la espalda, cuando vi. la raja de tu falda. Me quedo con tu falda negra a la de los de Cornellà, y tu a voz a la suma de las de ellos.

At the end of the past millenium you disappeared. Sometimes it happens. As soon as someone appears in the life of one it fades away. But I have turned you to find, already past the years. This eye that everything it sees that it is Google you met again, and by means of youtube I enjoy myself in you and in your songs like the first time. Monique. Monique Powell who re-adjoins you are. Toora loora toora praised rye aye, shouted you with the song. You sing, and world is new. Tan pronto como alguien aparece en la vida de uno se esfuma. Pero te he vuelto a encontrar, ya pasados los años. Ese ojo que todo lo ve que es Google te reencontró, y mediante youtube me recreo en ti y en tus canciones como la primera vez. Monique. Monique Powell que relinda eres. Toora loora toora loo rye aye, te grito con la canción.. Cantas, y world is new.

The one who had been Bill Uechi, that of the cap of toy bear, and to be able to look, while happy it was touching under. With the low one I refer to the instrument, not to me myself, that I already know that I am weak. If the fact is that you are repretty Monique Powell, and in addition to California. The sleep of every "surfero". Surfero do I say?. Since present. Si es que eres relinda Monique Powell, y además de California. El sueño de todo “surfero”. ¿Surfero digo?. Pues presente.

Monique if you need one that touches the tambourine, the triangle, the maracas, does of cla … you know Already, here you sure servant.

Although it is missing very much for August 20 serve as homage anticipated by you it fulfills this video

Monique, while my trip to California comes, I was sitting and awaiting/Just thinking, contemplating/my life when I heard the phone/I picked up the receiver/And I did not believe her/When I heard to voice say yoúre not alone.

See you darling

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