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11 de marzo de 2009


I lit a thin green candle

To make you jealous of me,

But the room just filled up with mosquitoes

They heard that my body was free

Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night

And I put it in your little shoe,

Then I confess that I tortured the dress

That you wore for the world to look through.

I showed my heart to the doctor

He said Id just have to quit

Then he wrote himself a prescription

And your name was mentioned in it,

Then he locked himself in a library shelf

With the details of our honeymoon

And I hear from the nurse that hes gotten much worse

And his practice is all in a ruin.

I heard of a saint who had loved you

So I studied all night in his school

He taught that the duty of lovers

Is to tarnish the golden rule,

And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure

He drowned himself in the pool,

His body is gone, but back here on the lawn

His spirit continues to drool.

An eskimo showed me a movie

Hed recently taken of you

The poor man could hardly stop shivering,

His lips and his fingers were blue

I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes

And I guess he just never got warm

But you stand there so nice in your blizzard of ice

O please let me come into the storm.

one of us cannot be wrong. Leonard Cohen

2 comentarios:

5minutos dijo...

"But you stand there so nice in your blizzard of ice. O please let me come into the storm. One of us cannot be wrong"

me gusta esta canción...
me gusta lo sincera que parece

:) un beso

5minutos dijo...

12 de marzo,

"Dejé de buscarte, y fue entonces cuando me perdí"

¿qué crees que hice ayer? :D