Lord Byron, dotado de un gran magnetismo, cautivó a hombres y mujeres en sus viajes por Europa. Rupert Everett lo hace magnífico, con pantalón de chándal o con camiseta tipo imperio, en los documentales "Los viajes inconfesables de Rupert Everett: Lord Byron".
Después del Viernes de Dolores, preparó el Jueves Santo. Se sofisticó con papel charol. Que no les falten a esos enanos, sus estandartes, sus capirotes y esa pizca de terror.
CANCIÓN: KIDS-MGMT
You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice is too loud.
We like to watch you laughing. Pickin' insects off plants. No time to think of consequences.
Control yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees wanting, To be haunted.
Control yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
The water is warm, but its sending me shivers. A baby is born, crying out for attention. Memories fade, like looking through a fogged mirror Decisions to decisions are made and not fought But I thought, this wouldn't hurt a lot. I guess not.
Control yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
Control yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
Control yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
Control yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
Control yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees wantin', To be haunted.
JIM MARSHALL (1936-2010): El fotógrafo de las estrellas del rock, de las grandes imágenes del Festival de Woodstock, murió ayer en un hotel de Nueva York.