Al bajar la escalera, oyó en el recibidor una tosecilla conocida, aunque no muy clara, porque la ahogaban sus propios pasos. Esperaba haberse equivocado, y se detuvo un instante con la esperanza de que se había engañado; conservó esta esperanza hasta el momento en que vio a un hombre de alta estatura que se quitaba la pelliza mientras tosía.
martes, 10 de agosto de 2010
In a matter of speaking - Nouvelle Vague
In a Manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrified
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing.
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
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