sábado, 7 de abril de 2007

Hotel California

Alice Vannoy me impulsa a obsesionarme con el misterioso tema de The Eagles. Escribió un cuento basado en esta canción.

2 comentarios:

gabriel dijo...

In this entwining tattered road of life one must find a place to squat for the night, we sometimes rest on eyes, or shanty roof-tops, in one-night cheap hotels of saw-dust and mezcaline floors. In spring and when the world sells a water-melon smile like the coloured ballonman we by mere chance arrive to the arms or legs of the ones we love, those rainbow-coloured laberynthical souls who put us up with no extra charge. Those who care despite the spots in our face and the unfashionable taste to our rags or clothes. I have met, I sware i HAVE known a girl who I keep safe in my chest and who in many a storm sheltered my scattered bones and the pilgrim lines upon my face. she was dark and light and her beauty was not only of form..... she was like a safe-keep box inside a highway inn, where one could keep time and space and the the love for the ones I understood. I treasue this palce I found and I carry it close to the organs which keep me alive and make me believe....

(Nihm Smoboda) dijo...

Un responsable de Recursos Humanos fue seducido por los homúnculos...