Mereces La Gloria Letra Novels & Stories

Como Celia Cruz tengo el azúcar (azúca') Tu jeva me vio y se fue de pecho como Jimmy Snuka (ah) Te vamos a tumbar la peluca Y arranca pa'l carajo cabrón, que a ti no te vo'a pasar la hookah (hookah, hookah) Mis tenis Balenciaga, me reciben en la entrada (woo) Pa-pa-pa-pa-razzi, like I'm Lady Gaga (woo) Y no te me hagas (ey) Que en cover de Billboard tú has visto mi cara (ey) No salgo de tu mente Donde quieras que viajes has escuchado "Mi Gente" Yo no soy high (high), soy como el Testarossa ('rossa) Yo soy el que se la vive y también el que la goza (goza, goza) Es la cosa, mami es la cosa (cosa, cosa) El que mira sufre y el que toca goza (goza, goza)

Jake looked at her incredulously and said, “I can’t believe you, and you promised that if she played well, you would make me lose my memory, and I still remember everything.” Gloria, smiling, got up and kissing him calmly, she said. “Then I better keep my promise!” And with those words, the music that bathed that place that night was composed by the bodies of those lovers who were starting a new adventure. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story ‘The Long Tuesday Night”

Greg: ‘Holy shit, Gloria, you can hear us? Gloria: ‘YES, I CAN!’ I cover my ears, but it doesn’t help since she isn’t actually in front of me.  She is so loud in my head. Divina: ‘Not so loud, Gloria!’ Gloria: ‘Sorry!  How is this happening?' Divina: ‘Um, I think I may have done it.  I followed the colors of your threads and I guess the sparkly hot pink one was yours, Gloria.’

A smile spread across his face as he listened to her sing. “I hope you never change,” he whispered. When Elsa finished her performance, Myriam—now with two more drinks in her—gathered her courage and requested her own song: De mí enamórate by Daniela Romo. She moved slowly, seductively, in front of her boyfriend. She bit her lips and began to sing with her sweet, melodious voice. Gerald’s heart trembled as he listened. The lyrics consumed him entirely as he gazed at her, entranced.

“After Gloria died, all her things were packed into a cabin, including the uniform she wore that day. Last week, I just… felt like checking her things again. And then I found a recorder, hidden in her uniform pocket. She recorded everything.” “Oh my goodness,” I whispered stunned. Mira pulled it out from her small bag and hit play. *** The Recording “What did you just send to me?” Elena’s voice rang out. “What did you see?” Gloria replied, anxious. “Are you scared now? Can’t even say what you sent?” Elena snapped. “That was a mistake, Elena. I sent that at my lowest moment,” Gloria answered, with trembling hands. Elena scoffed, and her footsteps faded… then returned.