La sangre que brama

viernes, 22 de marzo de 2013

Regla número XXVIII

"Hay que ser el Ícaro que vuela hacia el sol,

y no el que cae al mar."

Un billete de ida al Sol.

Solo ida.

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...: Solo de ida, para atras ni para tomar impulso.; 22 de marzo de 2013, 18:24
Yuki, Lord Nieve dijo...: Dioses somos,
con Dioses bailamos.
sutiles, macabros.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyknBTm_YyM; 23 de marzo de 2013, 16:55

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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.