La sangre que brama: rey sol

miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013

rey sol

Rey de corona rota préstame un hilo de luz

¡Voy a explotar!
Solo quiero ir más allá,
solo quiero que esta herida se prenda.

Rey sol,

dime cómo arder.

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...: Y si el sol pasa de tibio cariño, al asfixiante ardor... escapar de lo que no quiero es reconocer que deseo ser tan solo la ceniza que tu camino guio.; 21 de febrero de 2013, 5:33

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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.