Somos los ángeles caídos...

Huele a Plumas quemadas a nuestras espaldas
regadas en esta tierra hermosa
como caducas promesas
rezando al vacío atardecer del Río
nuestros cantos de placer
o plegarias de dolor.

Oleadas de sangre alegre
corren contra el cordón
el ritmo, efimero, fugaz, filoso misterio
peligrosa carrera de la guillotina
urdimos
ardimos





Daddy Daddy. It was just like you said
Now that the living outnumber the dead.

Where I come from it's a long thin thread
Across an ocean. Down a river of red.
Now that the living outnumber the dead. I'm one of many.

Daddy Daddy. It was just like you said
Now that the living outnumber the dead.
Speak my language.

Hello. Hello.
Here come the quick. There go the dead.
here they come. Bright red. Speak my language.

Laurie Anderson - "Speak my language"



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