La sangre que brama

domingo, 8 de noviembre de 2009

Cansada.

Hoy no tiro dados, hoy no muevo ficha.

Porque no me apetece pensar en lo que perdí.

Porque no me apetece pensar en lo que he ganar.

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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.