Nación shakespeariana
Nación shakespeariana / Memoria de espejos rotos
Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can’t shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin’ down, I feel like I’m knockin’ on …
Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can’t shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is comin’ down, I feel like I’m knockin’ on …
