De mano de una encantadora vampiresa en paro,Bruxana , llega este encargo de meme que me ha hecho tanta gracia.

http://www.espacioblog.com/bruxana/post/2007/11/27/amarilis-ai-fondo-escritorio-meme-

Mostrar el fondo de escritorio de mi pc...
Pues es este:

No me canso de ver este beso entre Eduardo Benavente y Ana Curra. La calidad no es muy buena, pero queda compensada con creces por el contenido, por el momento
retratado. Es una foto preciosa. Además se alían dos de mis motores fundamentales, Eduardo y el amor.

Además (es opcional, como todo) hay que buscarse la vida y escribir (o algo) sobre un tema a elegir entre los dos que sugiere Brux, a saber: a) Literatura del Siglo de Oro (del pop español, con Garcilaso Chamorro como brillante presentador) o bien, b) Flores

Elijo las flores y de entre todas, siempre las rosas.

Y ahora, mi propuesta para seguir jugando (if you wish):

Lady Mandrake y Lord LaBiche

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"Where The Wild Roses Grow"

(Nick Cave feat. Kylie Minogue)

They call me The Wild Rose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why they call me it I do not know

For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one

She stared in my eyes and smiled

For her lips were the colour of the roses

That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room

My trembling subsided in his sure embrace

He would be my first man, and with a careful hand

He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

[Chorus]

On the second day I brought her a flower

She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen

I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow

So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose

Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"

I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed

He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"

[Chorus]

On the third day he took me to the river

He showed me the roses and we kissed

And the last thing I heard was a muttered word

As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow

And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief

And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"

And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

[Chorus]
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