
I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate…
I don’t care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It’s Friday, I’m in love
Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It’s Friday, I’m in love(pic via ohcassie)
The women with cats always get a little punishment; in the end, they took the personality of the individuals of which they are pets.
So, they know how to pass from the snort to the purr in just a fraction of a second,
they claim for their own independence to caress when and how they want, but
they let you pamper them in some sundays’ afternoons,
when the sorrow is a drizzle that doesn’t soak you but you get wet inside yourself.
Never believe that you are able to domestic them, they don’t have a teddy bear soul but
short claws that, when you get touched, remind you how vulnerable you are, although, during these moments, you feel that even the time cannot beat you.
Source (in spanish):
http://elhuevoizquierdodeltalento.blogspot.com/2010/03/mujeres-con-gato-vi.html



