Mount Eerie: el frío eterno.
Pensé que tu vida era una postal, de esas que se cuelgan en las paredes... Aquel paisaje era blanco, nevado y borroso. Nunca muere el frío sino árboles desnudos de invierno.
Javier Mateos
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From up on the hill I can see the lights
of town through the trees
and there is wind.
there is only wind.
do I disdain them? that "land of dreams"
from up here you can see them living
on the way home, through the trees
I have climbed the hill at twilight
to find the source of wind
from up on the hill
I can see the lights of town
that land of dreams
through the trees.
of town through the trees
and there is wind.
there is only wind.
do I disdain them? that "land of dreams"
from up here you can see them living
on the way home, through the trees
I have climbed the hill at twilight
to find the source of wind
from up on the hill
I can see the lights of town
that land of dreams
through the trees.
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