sábado, 13 de marzo de 2010

Her morning elegance.



Sun been down for days,
a pretty flower in a vase;
a slipper by the fireplace,
a cello lying in its case.

Soon she's down the stairs,
her morning elegance she wears.
The sound of water makes her dream
awoken by a cloud of steam.
She pours a daydream in a cup,
a spoon of sugar sweetens up

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat.
And she fights for her life on the train,
she looks at the rain
as it pours.
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store,
with a thought she has caught
by a thread;
she pays for the bread
and she goes...
Nobody knows.

Sun been down for days,
a winter melody she plays.
The thunder makes her contemplate,
she hears a noise behind the gate;
perhaps a letter with a dove,
perhaps a stranger she could love.

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat.
And she fights for her life on the train,
she looks at the rain
as it pours.
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store,
with a thought she has caught
by a thread;
she pays for the bread
and she goes...
Nobody knows.

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat.
And she fights for her life on the train,
she looks at the rain
as it pours.
And she fights for her life
where people are pleasently strange
and counting the change.
And she goes...
Nobody knows.  

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...¿QUIÉN NO TOMARÁ PLUMA, ANTE LA LUNA DE HOY?