La sangre que brama: PistolS(ex)

sábado, 19 de junio de 2010

PistolS(ex)

A veces, para cerciorarnos de que estamos muertos, apretamos el gatillo.

2 comentarios:

.A dijo...: y vamos a otra vida.. en la que ni con esas.. sales de mi cabeza; 19 de junio de 2010, 13:21
prometeo dijo...: para vivir es necesario morir muchas veces mucho; 19 de junio de 2010, 14:44

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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.