CRÓNICA (desde la cocina)
El vapor se cuelga entre mis rodillas
ojos enrojecidos
humea la cacerola
la mano busca al ajo
coge la papa
pica la cebolla
crujen los canastos
Desde la cúspide de mi tabla
de cortar carne
repito
el vapor se cuelga entre mis rodillas
HEDDY NAVARRO HARRIS
The Smiths
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I’m tired and i
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don’t try to wake me in the morning
’cause I will be gone
Don’t feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don’t want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don’t want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don’t feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...