Gato Negro: Moraleja:

"Nunca mejora su estado quien muda solamente de lugar, y no de vida y costumbres" (Quevedo en El buscón)

Canción para una discoteca (Leopoldo María Panero)

The Melody of a Fallen Tree (Windsor for the Derby)

Underneath the leaves where the blackbirds turn blue
If there’s room for me
There’s room for you
Place your ear to the ground,
you hear a voice
It sings the song
The whole night long
I am the melody of the fallen tree
What comes between me
You and me
So sadly transient, you’d never guess
It could ever be
So easy to see
Across a frozen field you hear a call
With the urgency
Of the boiling sea
All your hopes and dreams they rise and fall
Secretly
A cacaphony
The love and brutality
They all turn on me
You hope to someday see
Patiently
So sadly obvious, you’d never guess
It could ever be
So hard to see

Gato Negro

miércoles, 22 de diciembre de 2010

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