Bilhetes de metrô

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"... y lo que llamamos amarnos fue quizá que yo estaba de pie delante de vos, con una flor amarilla en la mano, y vos sostenías dos velas verdes y el tiempo soplaba contra nustras caras una lenta lluvia de renuncias y despedidas y tickets de metro."

Rayuela, Julio Cortazar


*houve um tempo.

Beauties can die
M83
Dead cities, red seas and lost

Sprout and the bean
Joanna Newsom
The Milk eyed-mender

I slept all day
I woke with distaste
And i railed
And i raved

That the difference between
The sprout and the bean
It is a golden ring
It is a twisted string

And you can ask the counsellor
You can ask the king
And they'll say the same thing
And it's a funny thing

Should we go outside
Should we go outside
Should we break some bread
Are y'interested

And as i said
I slept as though dead
Dreaming seamless dreams
Of lead

When you go away
I am big-boned and fey
In the dust of the day
And in the dirt of the day

And the danger, danger drawing near them was a white coat
And the danger, danger drawing near them was a broad boat
And the water, water running clear beneath a white throat
And the hollow chatter of the talking of the tadpoles
Who know th'outside
Should we go outside
Should we break some bread
Are y'interested