La sangre que brama: Bed.

lunes, 2 de noviembre de 2009

Bed.

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[se ríe]

- ¿Qué haces?

- Te intento asesinar.

- ¿Mordiendo la almohada?

- Sé que es parte de ti.

[se ríe de nuevo y le revuelve el pelo]

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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.