Compro Oro
“The sun came in like a pack of orange spaniels.Through the window, over the ledge,Under the curtain, on their bellies; creeping and bending. Balls of string, coiled like springs, hang down from the cymbal stands, And in your hands, I sleep just like a drummer.I wake up with the thunder of your type-writer every night. Every day a prayer goes on its knees
I will quit the white, the wine, and the weed”.
Vídeo por Eduardo Benchoam, Guatemala. http://www.radarmusicvideos.com/users/eduardo
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