QUE VAMOS A HACER, ER, ER, ER?
VAMOS A GANAR, AR, AR, AR!
VERDE VERDE VERDE....
TEAM TEAM TEAM
VERDE HAKA TEAM
JuLiEt!
Solo uno mas en este mundo...
Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.
She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.
But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,
the pins stick farther in.
Tim Burton
Children, there's this thing called
civilization. It's built of hopes and dreams. It's only an idea. It's not real.
It's artificial. No one ever said it was real. It's not natural. No one ever
said it was natural. It's built by the learning process; by trial and error. It
breaks easily. No one said it couldn't fall to bits. And no one ever said it
would last for ever.
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.