Cosas musicales de blog

1. Escoge una banda / artista y responde solo con títulos de sus canciones:

Alejandro Sanz

2. ¿Eres hombre o mujer?
Lo que fui es lo que soy

3. Descríbete:
Mi soledad y yo

4. ¿Que sienten las personas acerca de ti?

Hay un universo de pequeñas cosas

5. ¿Como te sientes de ti mismo (a)?

La fuerza del corazón

6. ¿Como describirías tu anterior relación sentimental?

Tiene que ser pecado

7. Describe la relación con tu actual novio / novia o pretendiente:
Te quiero y te temo

8. ¿Como es tu vida?

He sido tan feliz contigo

9. ¿Que pedirías si tuvieras un deseo??

Quiero morir en tu veneno

10. Escribe alguna cita o frase sabia:

Siempre es de noche

11.Ahora despídete:

Me ire

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