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(Escuchando villancicos.)

Nuestros sueños son diferentes, y eso no es algo malo

Yo sueño con paisajes enormes de rocas rojas y matorrales medio muertos, polvo naranja, y lo dramático del sol y de las nubes, parece que todo está a punto de desgarrarse, duele verlo, no lo soporto.

O sueño con la cima de las montañas negras cubiertas de nieve. Es imposible bajar de ellas, ni si quiera puedo caer, el viento sopla cristales de hielo hasta mi pelo, pestañas, cejas, mis labios están morados pero de alguna extraña manera estoy convencida de que tan cerca de la muerte es cuando más guapa estoy.

Sueño con los cables que conectan edificios. Sueño que canto. Sueño que pasa el tiempo.

Sueño que tenemos sentido.

Experiencia pre-mortem

Estaba tan tranquila hasta que vio un fantasma en el fondo de su copa.
Casi se lo traga, de lo pequeño que era, pero a pesar del susto, el mensaje estaba claro: "Cambia, cambia mientras puedas."
El dedo acusador del fantasma estaba hecho de pequeños gusanos blancos.

Después de eso, nunca se sintió tan segura de que estaba haciendo las cosas bien.

Cuentos cantados (Parte I)

"1982,

I was at Whales

When the wind was blowing fiercly

Storm

Waiting for the ferry

I've been to Ireland, I've been to Ireland

You feel the boat go up and down

..."

[Cuéntame más. No quiero morirme sin haberte conocido.]

Take This Waltz - Leonard Cohen

(Para Federico García Lorca)

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women 

There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry 

There's a lobby with nine hundred windows 

There's a tree where the doves go to die 

There's a piece that was torn from the morning 

And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost 

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay 

Take this waltz, take this waltz 

Take this waltz with the clamp on it's jaws 

Oh I want you, I want you, I want you 

On a chair with a dead magazine 

In the cave at the tip of the lily 

In some hallways where love's never been 

On a bed where the moon has been sweating 

In a cry filled with footsteps and sand 

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay 

Take this waltz, take this waltz 

Take it's broken waist in your hand 

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz 

With it's very own breath of brandy and Death 

Dragging it's tail in the sea 

There's a concert hall in Vienna 

Where your mouth had a thousand reviews 

There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking 

They've been sentenced to death by the blues 

Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture 

With a garland of freshly cut tears? 

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay 

Take this waltz, take this waltz 

Take this waltz it's been dying for years 

There's an attic where children are playing 

Where I've got to lie down with you soon 

In a dream of Hungarian lanterns 

In the mist of some sweet afternoon 

And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow 

All your sheep and your lilies of snow 

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay 

Take this waltz, take this waltz 

With it's "I'll never forget you, you know!" 

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... 

And I'll dance with you in Vienna 

I'll be wearing a river's disguise 

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, 

My mouth on the dew of your thighs 

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, 

With the photographs there, and the moss 

And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty 

My cheap violin and my cross 

And you'll carry me down on your dancing 

To the pools that you lift on your wrist 

Oh my love, Oh my love 

Take this waltz, take this waltz 

It's yours now. It's all that there is

Hay días que no quiero tener nada que ver con el mundo.