Nacholeo DJ invited us to a degenerate world, populated by idealistic masturbators Teen Sex addicts. Night sex can arouse deep anxieties about dog or a bitch, can become the high point of the night with a group of friends likely to shake the holidays. The chorus aid: "Today is night of sex, I will devour you pretty girl" people listen to sex and as if he entered tickle, as if sensing the loss mischief ass look in the dictionary.
The chorus is repeated a thousand times, spurred by the desire of producers Wisin y Yandel but if one moves away from the hypnotic " Today is night of sex , the world begins to become a mighty river an oily substance of plant origin. Since the beginning of the song - avoid the controversy between "Sonaste" and the "so nasty" - with acclaimed achievement kitsch of "I'm the guy poems, your faithful fan and although I knew today is night sex "- and one can imagine the kid who sells booklets of poetry on the train for four moderate weights - one assumes that the recipient of the song girl is seduced by the idea of \u200b\u200b"Mom, this is my boyfriend. Called Yandel, writes poetry and is re bohemian. "The arms around him and kisses him.
However, that auspicious beginning, full of sunsets on the beaches of Acapulco (no Playa del Carmen), walking hand in hand, poetry Becquer's ear, awake to our poet and he does fly, entangled in the high-school pleated skirt of love and suddenly discovers his true intentions. "That vo tear the fabric carefully, my brown skin, then peel ." The "vo tear the fabric" (with or without caution), in fact, I'm going to start, a verb as appropriate and suitable for our fellow feminists, is beginning to show the poet of the train as something closer to the train to the poet.
Convinced that the boy is not the poetry, but that just is creating a fictitious image to sell to the Virgin offered in sacrifice, carried through sophistries and fallacies of the temptation of sin (you will have another way of being taken to sex by trickery and fallacies?), parents of the teenager begins to doubt the moral authority of the author. The boy, terrified by the prospect of losing it begins to mix the language and confuse parents in a poetic verse at a time (meaning poetry rhyme, as it reminds us of our television) and seductive, "Romantic please please give me a kiss, do not make a slip "
parents, now if, tempted by the future of the baby with someone who knows language, let it go. He, protector, says the girl " empecemo 'on the beach, terminemo' in bed brings the towel because you're going to get wet "and she was excited to care that he shows on the future baby, takes her pink towel, printed hides, and Thalia walking hand in hand with the boy's poems.
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