La sangre que brama: Madera vieja, seca

lunes, 18 de abril de 2011

Madera vieja, seca

Olor a sol

2 comentarios:

.A dijo...: olor a libertad; 18 de abril de 2011, 13:03
☥Sheila Uve☥ dijo...: de los mejores olores del mundo :); 18 de abril de 2011, 21:57

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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.