***Flamenco***

Mar 20, 2006 23:23

I am unlucky
Even in walking
Far the steps I. take forward
Turn back on me

If my heart
Had little glass windows
You could Look in and see
It weeping drops of blood

I don't know where
I just don't know how
This rope got around my neck
Without my knowing it

Time said to Love:
That pride that you have
I'11 punish you for it

To tell me to forget you
Is to preach in the desert
Forge on cold steel
And talk with the dead

I've seen a man live
With more than a hundred knife wounds
And then I saw him die
From a single dance
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