De gris a azul: Love songs

Sunday Morning. Verano, en el 88. Villa Gloria. Chick asomando con sus intensos ojos verdes y su mirada triste y tímida en la puerta de la "habitación del suicida" por las tardes. Alise que pasa las noches trabajando de camarera en un bar del “Antiguo” le recibe con una sonrisa.
Mañanas de domingo libres resacosas haciendo los preparativos para pirarse corriendo en auto stop a LLanes. O tal vez a Otur. Quintos de cerveza, idas y venidas, todo tan Keruac. Run, run, run y...

I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are,
in case you don’t knowI’ll be the wind,
the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
´cause I see youI find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands’cause
I see youI’ll be your mirror.

… Heroin y The Blacks Angel´s Death acompañaron otras épocas mas sad y tenebrosas.
Y al final el fin… vuelta a empezar…pero con Venus in furs al despertar…

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, don’t forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am wearyI could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am wearyI could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears.