Ya tengo lana para el cargador y la batería de mi lac, mientras tanto, puse manos a la obra y por fin equipe con controladores a mi vieja pero no tan chafa IBM ThinkCentre que desde hace mucho rato un mal amigo la dejó sin nada sin siquiera el windows (por presion mía le dije que me la dejara al menos con OS y red, aun asi se puso reacio el bestia).
Y por fin di con esos drivers, para poder escuchar de nuevo mi música tan vasta jejejeje y los vidios de san youtube, snif.
Sólo un detalle falta: el de mi dvd-rom. De plano no lee nada. Mientras manejaré todo con el disquito duro externo que traen las lactocs de hp. Muy útiles las cochinadas esas jeje.
Hasta que compre mi cargador volveré a mi querida Toshiba, ufff!
Por el momento estoy tranquilo porque la chamba relajada y sencilla me da chance de hacer lo que quiera el pedo es que ya se esta acabando, habrá que ver que pex con la siguiente etapa: comalcalco o villa.
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Y Big Country por fin lo descargué toodo!!!
Tall Ships Go!
I dreamed I heard that you were dead
I dreamed I searched an empty bed
For a sign of you
And the sea called hard to me
Like a cell without a key
And I felt the distance
I watched the tall ships go
With the drift wood on the flow
With pride that grows in hardship
And I knew you were below
I hear your voice
And it keeps me from sleeping
Why must it always be dreams
When your voice comes to me
I dreamed you felt the typhoon spit
And walked into the heart of it
While the sea gulls cry
I know how to feel that call
It never suited me at all
But some are born to it
And you seemed so bright and hard
Like a bloody edge of sword
But if you’re an enemy
Then you look a lot like me
I hear your voice
And it keeps me from sleeping
Why must it always be dreams
When your voice comes to me
I dreamed you sailed me to the swamp in a black boat
You spoke to me of things
Of the shame that years will bring
And I felt your hand shake
Though you always seemed so hard
Now I never see the sword
And I find the enemy
Has to feel the same as me
I hear your voice
And it keeps me from sleeping
Why must it always be dreams
When your voice comes to me
