10/09/2006

el hombre que había inventado los eucaliptos

De nuevo la página de António Lobo Antunes en Babelia. Las entregas anteriores van desapareciendo (bueno, no, hay que caerse con algunos euros para acceder a ellas), pero cada semana puede leerse en línea la nueva. Para cuando quieran desintoxicarse de todo. Para cuando quieran que los curen, aunque no les duela nada o no sepan cómo se llama lo que les duele:

No quiero nada, dejen que me quede así.

1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

"Tonight We Fly" - T D C

Over the houses
The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below
They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze

Tonight we fly
Over the chimney tops
Skylights and slates -
Looking into all your lives
And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find

Over the doctor, over the soldier
Over the farmer, over the poacher
Over the preacher, over the gambler
Over the teacher, over the rambler
Over the lawyer, over the dancer
Over the voyeur,over the builder and the destroyer,
Over the hills and far away

Tonight we fly
Over the mountains
The beach and the sea
Over the friends that we've known
And those that we now know
And those who we've yet to meet

And when we die
Oh, will we be
That disappointed
Or sad
If heaven doesn't exist
What will we have missed
This life is the best we've ever had