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Si me lleva la marea?
Pero que coño,
a quién coño queréis engañar,
con ese rollo vulgar de intentar sacar de todos lados,
hasta el moño,
no todo son juergas, no todo son ralladas,
habéis gastado mi polvo de hada,
desgraciados, iré a la montaña, haré un tutí un tuté
y a fumar a la tutiplén, bien, bien.
Plantaré tomates, lechugas y marihuanas,
unas cuantas cagadas en el monte.
Falta de 
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Países: Francia y Austria.
Interpretación: Paul Blain (Victor), Marie-Christine Friedrich (Annette), Victoire Rousseau (Pamela de niña), Constance Rousseau (Pamela adolescente), Carole Franck (Martine), Olivia Ross (Gisèle), Alice Langlois (Judith), Pascal Bongard (André), Alice Meiringer (Karine), Katrin Daliot (Agnès).


Es la última primavera que Victor (
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L'altre dia llegint una carta d'opinió a "la vanguardia".

Ara resulta que no se puede vivir sin amor. Doncs quina putada, escolta.

Però no patiu, per fer-nos la vida més fàcil hi han més amors que vagons  de tren. Alguns s'allarguen més, massa, altres arriben amb retard,  massa, altres els perds o d'altres no en voldries baixar mai... La clau  es el perquè, per què pujes a un vago en concret? 
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Combien de temps...
Combien de temps encore
Des années, des jours, des heures, combien ?
Quand j'y pense, mon coeur bat si fort...
Mon pays c'est la vie.
Combien de temps...
Combien ?

Je l'aime tant, le temps qui reste...
Je veux rire, courir, pleurer, parler,
Et voir, et croire
Et boire, danser,
Crier, manger, nager, bondir, désobéir
J'ai pas fini, j'ai pas fini
Voler, chanter, parti, 
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Nada.

Ahora comprendo porque te hechan tanto de menos, en Nueva Orleans. Una gran invención, el telegrama. "¿Jill? ¿ La morena? Todos 
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That I did not want to be
But I'm new here
Will you show me around

No matter how far wrong you've gone
You can always turn around

Met a woman in a bar
Told her I was hard to get to know
And near impossible to forget
She said I had an ego on me
The size of Texas

Well I'm new here and I forget
Does that mean big or small

No matter how far wrong you've gone
You
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M - ¿Quieres que comamos fuera?

C - Sí.

M - Así es.

C - Tengo que confesarlo. No puedo dormir. Y como ves, ya tengo mis años, ya soy maduro. Pero nada. Nadie en mi vida me ha impresionado nunca en la forma... que tú me has impresionado. Te quiero. Eso es. Así de sencillo. Te quiero.

M - Creo que yo también estoy enamorada de ti.

C - Enamorada no. Enamorarse es pasajero. Después de uno se 
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