dimarts, 30 de juny del 2009

Wild, white horses


 "As she walks in the room, scented and tall, hesitating once more. And as I take on myself, and the bitterness I felt, I realize that love flows

Wild, white horses, they will take me away, and the tenderness I feel will send the dark underneath. Will I follow? 

 Through the glory of life I will scatter on the floor. Disappointed and sore, and in my thoughts I have bled, for the riddles I've been fed. Another lie moves over.  

Wild, white horses, they will take me away, and the tenderness I feel will send the dark underneath. Will I follow?" 

 Portishead, The Rip.

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