La sangre que brama: *

viernes, 21 de enero de 2011

*

Su calor es como el sol

en una cama fría en una noche de un invierno.

2 comentarios:

MAG dijo...: calienta más allá de los huesos....hasta el alma.

un beso; 21 de enero de 2011, 18:53
.A dijo...: me enseño que no hay nada peor en el mundo que una cama fria y vacia..; 21 de enero de 2011, 23:21

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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.