Si la Jessica Lange dice:
no soy gran cosa,
Si la Anais Nin escribe :
mi humedad rebosa y cae como copos de nieve sobre todas partes
Si la Gioconda Belli dice:
ninguna piel a mi piel acompaña
Y si la Marguerite Duras sentencia:
Je vous aimarai jusqu’á ma mort.Je vais essayer de ne pas muorir trop tot.
C’est tout, ce que j’ai á faire
Su servidora dice:
invisible a tus ojos, nada a los míos.

Aretha Franklin - I Say A Little Prayer

“Después de todo, la muerte es sólo un síntoma de que hubo vida”(Benedetti)

Para mi Toto querido

Eric Clapton - River Of Tears (Live)

Its three miles to the river
That would carry me away,
And two miles to the dusty street
That I saw you on today.

Its four miles to my lonely room
Where I will hide my face,
And about half a mile to the downtown bar
That I ran from in disgrace.

Lord, how long have I got to keep on running,
Seven hours, seven days or seven years?
All I know is, since youve been gone
I feel like Im drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feel like Im drowning,
Drowning in a river.