* En la Habitación Roja *

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A veces no me quedan más que cenizas pero no desfallezco pues las noches a oscuras son una promesa de un calor oculto. Presiento que estás agazapado entre mi ropa esperando a que cierre los ojos para reptar a mi entrepierna y hacerme arder. En mis sueños aún puedo mantener la luz de mi futuro encendida y montar guardia hasta el amanecer. Cuando despierto, el fuego se ha consumido y no quedan más que cenizas pero no me rindo porque sé que tarde o temprano encontraré la forma de entregarme a las llamas también. Entonces todo será más fácil.

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.: Play :. "Winter" Tori Amos

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Mozrighted ®

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Antony :
Those, those beautiful boys
Those, those beautiful boys

Cocorosie :
Born illegitimately
To a whore, most likely
He became an orphan
Oh what a lovely orphan he was
Sent to the reformatory
Ten years old, was his first glory
Got caught stealing from a nun
Now his love story has begun

Thirty years he spent wanderin'
A devil's child with dove wings
Oh He went to prison and now the country he set foot in
Oh how he loved prison
He loved, ( He was )
Prison...

Antony :
All those beautiful boys
Kings and Queens
And criminal queers
All those beautiful boys
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

Cocorosie :
His greatest love was executed
The pure romance was undisputed
Angelic, And Love Sent, Holy Ones.....

Antony :
All those beautiful boys,
Kings and Queens,
And criminal queers,
All those beautiful boys,
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

All those beautiful boys,
Kings and Queens,
And criminal queers,
All those beautiful boys,
Tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears

All those beautiful boys
Beautiful boys...
All those beautiful boys
Beautiful boys...

Those beautiful boys...