Ya es primavera, 2ª parte.

Reconfirmo (para aquellos que viven de 8 a 19, o aún peor, en las oscuras y tenebrosas cavernas de una oficina) que ya es primavera. Completamente primavera.
Y es que, aunque se espera que el domingo la cosa empeore (en plan lluvias, que nadie se piense que va a volver el frío) la calle está, incluso, veraniega. Cienes y cienes de turistas por las calles en pantalón corto y camisetita, llenando las terrazas donde da el sol para poder vacilar de... ejem... moreno cuando vuelvan a Alemania o el Reino Unido. Multitudes de oficinistas que no se han dado cuenta del tema y llevan el abrigo colgando del brazo y el jersey atado a la cintura. Y 34 grados al sol en mi barrio, la plaza de Tirso de Molina, a 5 minutos de la Puerta del Sol. Apetece hasta despelotarse, játetú lo que te digo, Mildred. Apetece irse al Retiro, quedarse en calzones y tirarse en el césped a tomar el solecito.

Y mira que a mí el frío, el viento, la lluvia, no me molestan, pero... ¡qué gusto, coño!

Ya os puse ayer una canción en plan buenri primaveral. Y hoy he puesto otra... pero qué coño, ¡aquí va una más! Hale, ¡todos a bailá y a cantá, que son dos días!
Miami Sound Machine
"Conga (Extended Dance Mix)"

C'mon, shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Come on, shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer

C'mon shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight 'til you try to do that conga beat
Come on and shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight 'til you try to do that conga beat

Everybody, get around now, let your body feel the heat
Don't you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet
It's the rhythm of the island, and like sugar-canes so sweet
If you want to do that conga, you've got to listen to the beat
Come on and shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight 'til you try to do that conga beat

Feel the fire of desire, as you dance the night away
'Cos tonight we're gonna party 'til we see the break of day
Better get yourself together, and hold on to what you got
Once the music hits your system, there's no way you're gonna stop
C'mon shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight 'til you try to do that conga
C'mon shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight 'til you try to do that conga beat

C'mon shake your body baby, do that conga
C'mon shake your body baby, do that conga
C'mon shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight 'til you try to do that conga.

Everybody, get around now, let your body feel the heat
Don't you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet
Come on and shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight 'til you try to do that conga
C'mon shake your body baby, do that conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight 'til you try to do that conga beat.

Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga!

Y como todos tenemos un pasado con hombreras, aquí va el video... :)

Por dios, cómo me ponía, a mis tiernos 17 añitos, el rubio hipervitaminizado (lo digo por los botes que daba, no por otra cosa). Mi tipo de hombre: rubio, guapo y con vello. Ayns! :P