miércoles, 12 de noviembre de 2014

12-11

"Every time I crawl past your door,
I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks,
down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars,
hounded by your memory
and all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very
last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast
on the borderline
which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt
I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you,
your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry."

-Bob Dylan, Idot wind.

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