Andamos trabajando en el libro de moscasmuertas.
Mientras sale, convido un poco de sangre, de èsa que gusta, que se escurre espesa, asusta, y revitaliza.




Softly into your broken veins
Softly into these broken dreams
Will you ever come home?
Will you ever be found?

Standing on shattered windowpane
Softly I whisper your name
Concealed in bedclothes of frosting cold
Softly the snowflakes start to fall

Fleecing the velvet skin
Suspended in frozen time
Icicles slowly drip outside

To the rhythm of your wounds here inside
I entered you dream, I entered your scheme
Softly to swim inside your veins

Softly in rippling cellophane
To float and glide in time
To the rushing in your brain
I wanted your lips, yes I wanted your kiss
So softly the moment was gone
Then softly the moment had flown
My body outside yours
Softly collects the falling snow
And disappears far away
So softly.

Siouxsie Sioux.
18/08/09