La sangre que brama

domingo, 26 de mayo de 2013

Estoy triste.

1 comentario:

prometeo dijo...: alguien aguarda por ti al final del laberinto

cuando toque bajar, hazlo al pozo más profundo. lo leí un día. me pregunto si no somos lo que leemos.

ojalá fuera así; 27 de mayo de 2013, 16:02

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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.