Navidad en León 2008

Navidad en León!
Familia, vinillos, alguna que otra misa, museo, libros, etc, etc, etc...

Ese instante...

Es ese instante...

cuando yaces entre mis brazos, desnudo, rendido, completamente desarmado...

No quiero despertar III... Ophelia (Millais, 1852)

There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

- Queen Gertrude.
Hamlet. Act IV, Scene VII.

No quiero despertar II... The lady of Shalot (Waterhouse, 1888)

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THE ORIGINAL POEM:

Loreena McKennitt sings The Lady of Shalott, the adaptation from the Alfred Tennyson Poem.

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No quiero despertar...

No se que me pasa... no entiendo nada... no hay motivos...
Hace un mes que vivo en un otro mundo, en un sueño del que no quiero despertar... The Otherside... y esta vez de ensueño...

La música me cautiva, mi piel se eriza, mi razón se desvanece, mi alma enloquece y se desprende levantando su vuelo...
Es un embrujo? It is an enchantment?

NO LO ENTIENDO... y eso me desespera aún más, y a su vez me sumerge aún mas...

"I breathe deep...
And if I sleep just to dream of you..." Missing, Evanescence

"Why does my heart cry?
Feelings I cant fight..." Tango Roxanne, Moulin Rouge.