As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run along all wrong, And nothing seems real or certain, We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) Of that spectre behind the curtain. Warning: This site contains adult material!
Ricky Martin chats on the phone with a pal while in his terri robe on a hotel balcony in Punta del Este, Uruguay.
While talking, Ricky appears to be absent-mindedly playing with Little Ricky.
Posted by BlackGold at 3/06/2007 12:40:00 PM
Labels: Ricky Martin
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