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Me gustas tu

Posted by Claudia Moser on 3:51 PM in , ,


The first thought which came into my mind while reading this week's GBE2 theme (Gusto) was this song, which has a rather catchy lyrics set up:
Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu.
Me gusta viajar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la maana, me gustas tu.
Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu.
Me gusta soar, me gustas tu.
Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu.
Once you translate the words, it reveals to be rather silly:
like airplanes, I like you
I like to fly, I like you.
I like the morning, 
I like the wind, I like you.
I like dreaming, I like you.
I like the sea, I like you.
but still I enjoy it, what about you? 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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9 Comments


I cannot decide if the picture frightens me. Love the sayings


Oh Claudia, this virus takes some time, sleep, read and drink a lot! Get well soon. It´s horrible, I know! Thinking of you and sending you strenght and patience!


Love the poem/saying:)
Do u want to follow each other ?:) let me know :)
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Love this song...heard it first in my Spanish class. :)


What's not to love? Cool song!

Susan
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Anonymous says:

me gusta too :)


Now that was silly and uplifting at the same time! So cute, so YOU!


@All - to be honest I thought no one would like this silly song, but I do appreciate your positive remarks, thank you!

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