Una canción de los Cocteau Twins

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"My dreams are all more basic and must be addressed // They're young girl's dreams // True some tote a gun and shoot a lot, help them elect stars // But I was just rude // Like the scary hairs are normal // Sing me the proofs // Delay proof // A family fool, but it's you to lie constant and inside me // But when I'm set in my things // A calling stone // Oh I feel strong luck when bound young meets the ground // When them and I'm empty headed // See and saw bounce me back to you // Will you." - Cocteau Twins

Hay de canciones a canciones, de voces a voces... de pensamientos a pensamientos... todos se enredan como si fuesen una madeja de estambre. Voy a tejerme un suéter con ellos para cubrirme del frío que últimamente atraviesa mis huesos.