Las cartas hablaron, solo nos queda correr. Por el camino gitano tatuado en la piel. Mala suerte, sangre y rosas en tu honor. Y un revólver nos dispara una canción de amor. Negras piernas, cuero y...
This week there's been quite a lot of talk about the burka, or the niqab, or whatever you want to call it. I'm talking about the neurotic need that some women have to walk around...