Fair Enough! Hahahhaha

Fair enough! Hahahhaha

these are my babies, and if you hurt them - you die (shash, none of them is dead)

El roscón tiene un haba (bean) and the figurantes have a colour, also faltaría la corona de cartón, hahahaha

The Easter Bunny visits and hides little Hatching Helens around your house instead of the little plastic ones.

Wait,what!!!!!!!!???????

Please can you pass the canto? Que quiero comprobar en qué página está.

T T

wdym Menelaus' son 😭

"The soul of Agamemnon recognized the beloved son of Menelaus, the perinclete Amphimedon, whose guest he had been in the house where he lived in Ithaca,..."

This is Agamemnon seeing in Hades one of the suitors that Odysseus has just killed.

When I tell you I ran to google this.

It's a typo, Amphimedon is the son of Melaneus. Not Menelaus, Melaneus.

That's what I get for pirating books 😭

They would be eaten, you know her, hahaha

the sirens should all kiss scylla one at a time

How do I turn it on?

You get a boop, you get a boop, everybody gets a boop (this is so much fun)

F, I forget to upload the translated lyrics of my Odyssy coded song @nikoisme

Que se entere Madrid (Vanessa Martín)

Let Madrid find out, oh.

Let Madrid know, that I have come for you.

To drink your smell, to stay in your skin, to fill myself with you

Let Love know, that I have arrived at the same time

That even fear goes away, it simply cowers, if it sees you rises

The mess of your things is now mine

And that silences remain empty when we look at each other

That your mouth kisses making vines

knows how to do it the first time with the my rest's no

And fly, and fly and fly drawing me paths without thinking

He knows me like no one else

And he nurtures the madness of my steps

And fly, and fly and fly

drawing me paths without thinking

He knows me like no one else

And he nurtures the madness of my steps

When sometimes he leaves

I know very well why it is

I run over him at his goodbye

I don't get lost or go

I just want to go back.

May the disorder of your things follow mine

And that silences will remain empty when we look at each other

And your mouth continues to be a vine.

Knowing how to get the no of my rest in the first time

And fly, and fly and fly

drawing me paths without thinking

He knows me like no one else

And he nurtures the madness of my steps

And fly, and fly and fly

drawing me paths without thinking

He knows me like no one else

And he nurtures the madness of my steps

and flies, and flies and flies

and flies, and flies and flies

and flies, and flies and flies

and flies, and flies and flies

And flies and flies

Que se entere Madrid, ay

Que se entere Madrid, que he venido a por ti A beberme tu olor, a quedarme en tu piel, a llenarme de ti

Que se entere el amor, que he llegado a la vez Que hasta el miedo se va, se acobarda sin más, si te ve amanecer

El desorden de tus cosas, ahora es mío Y se nos quedan vacíos los silencios al mirarnos Que tu boca besa haciendo enredadera Sabe hacerse a la primera con el no de mi descanso

Y vuelva, y vuela, y vuela Dibujándome caminos Sin pensarlo

Me sabe como nadie Y me alimenta la locura de mis pasos Y vuela, y vuela, y vuela Dibujándome caminos Sin pensarlo

Me sabe como nadie Y me alimenta la locura de mis pasos

Cuando a veces se va Sé muy bien por qué es Lo atropello a su adiós No me pierdo ni voy Solo quiero volver

Que el desorden de sus cosas, siga el mío Y se nos queden vacíos los silencios al mirarnos Y su boca siga siendo enredadera Sepa hacerse a la primera con el no de mi descanso

Y vuelva, y vuela, y vuela Dibujándome caminos Sin pensarlo

Me sabe como nadie Y me alimenta la locura de mis pasos

Y vuelva, y vuela, y vuela Dibujándome caminos Sin pensarlo Me sabe como nadie Y me alimenta la locura de mis pasos

Y vuela, y vuela, y vuela Y vuela, y vuela, y vuela Y vuela, y vuela, y vuela Y vuela, y vuela, y vuela Y vuela