Se suben a las ramas, se bajan unos cocos, porque son monos, monos, monos, monos, monos, monos, monos, monos, monos, monos, monos, monos... ¡MONOS!

lunes, 25 de febrero de 2008

it's not that simple for the monkeys

You see, the monkeys are cursed with consciousness
and so the monkeys are afraid.
So the monkeys worry.
The monkeys worry about everything,
but mostly about what all the other monkeys think.
Because the monkeys desperately want to fit in
with the other monkeys.

(de un poema escrito y recitado por Ernest Cline)

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