La sangre que brama: take-it-in-a-count

jueves, 19 de febrero de 2009

take-it-in-a-count

Regla número XVIII

"En cuanto dejas de contar salen los cálculos"

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...: Aunque las verdades nunca son absolutas, esta tiene un toke satiricamente real ^^

Cuando dejo de pensar y me pierdo en la fantasia, todo empieza a parecer verdad ^^ ¿No se si lo entiendas?

Se vale soñar!!

Angel!; 19 de febrero de 2009, 2:31

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Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

Baby I have been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

Leonard Cohen. Hallelujah.