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SEX Violencia yLiantas
Out on the wily, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in-a-your window
Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back, love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master




Leonard Cohen
It's four in the morning, the end of december
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record
Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
On the last time we saw you, you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see jane's awake
She sends her regards
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried
And jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, l. Cohen
Un día cualquiera no sabes que hora es
Te acuestas a mi lado sin saber porque
Las calles mojadas te han visto crecer
Y tú en tu corazón estas llorando otra vez
Me asomo a la ventana eres la chica de ayer
Jugando con las flores, en mi jardín
Demasiado tarde para comprender
Chica vete a tu casa no podremos jugar
La luz de la mañana entra en la habitación
Tus cabellos dorados parecen el sol
Duermo por la noche me pongo a escuchar
Canciones que consiguen que te vuelva a amar
Me asomo a la ventana eres la chica de ayer
Demasiado tarde para comprender
Mi cabeza da vueltas persiguiéndote
Mi cabeza da vueltas persiguiéndote
Mi cabeza da vueltas persiguiéndote
Mi cabeza da vueltas persiguiéndote
CANCIÓN: • Chica de ayer








Church of the Holy Ghost, Bern, Switzerland,each paper has a name of somebody who died in accidents.
Senhora de preto diga o que lhe dóiÉ dor ou saudade que o peito lhe róiO que tem, o que foi, o que dói no peito?É que o meu homem partiuDisse-me na praia frente ao paredãoTira a tua saia, dá-me a tua mãoO teu corpo, o teu mar, teu andar, teu passoQue vai sobre as ondas, vemPode alguém ser quem não é?Pode alguém ser quem não é?Pode alguém ser quem não é?Seja um bom agoiro ou seja um mau presságioSonhei com o choro de alguém num naufrágioNão tenho confiança já cansa este esperarPor uma carta em vãoPor cá me governo, escreveu-me entãoAqui é quase inverno, aí quase é verãoMês de abril, águas milNo Brasil também tem noites de São João e marPode alguém ser quem não é?Pode alguém ser quem não é?Pode alguém ser quem não é?Mar a vir à praia frente ao paredãoTira a tua saia, dá-me a tua mãoO teu corpo, o teu mar, teu andar, teu passoQue vai sobre as ondas, vemPode alguém ser livre se outro alguém não é?A corda d'um outro serve-me no péNos dois punhos, nas mãos, no pescoço, diz-mePode alguém ser quem não é?Pode alguém ser quem não é?Pode alguém ser quem não é?Pode alguém ser quem não é?