The Maker

Willie Nelson: el Creador.

     No había más religión que aquella. La única opción era seguir una cruz. Fue como bautizarse en aguas termales y salir con la cabeza como una pecera.


Javier Mateos

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Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see
for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance I saw a light
Jean Baptiste
walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken
by long and dangerous leaps
I can't work the fields of Abraham
and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
in the eyes of the Maker

Brother John
Have you seen the homeless daughters
standing there
with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker
burning in the eyes of the Maker

oh river rise from your sleep 

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