La sangre que brama: Sirenas

sábado, 27 de agosto de 2011

Sirenas

En el límite.

En la línea.

El espejo está hecho de agua.

Somos el marinero que se ahoga y, mientras muere, cree ver a las sirenas.

2 comentarios:

El Drac dijo...: ¡Vaya! Bonito giro. Un besote; 27 de agosto de 2011, 21:14
Devendra dijo...: bonito texto :) me gusta mucho, lo que escribes aqui, aunque sea una seguidora nueva

besos; 28 de agosto de 2011, 0:45

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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.