La Rana Berden

Ya que la rana está en modo lluvia, es importante traer al charco aquellas palabras y sonidos que permiten darle sentido a los desencuentros. Algo dedicado a los hombres y mujeres que han amado ficciones, en el afán perpetuo de llenar un espacio que es más grande que el cielo.

Delicate (Damien Rice, 2003)

We might kiss
When we are alone
When nobody’s watching
We might take it home

We might make out
When nobody’s there
It’s not that we’re scared
It’s just that it’s delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all

We might live
Like never before
When there’s nothing to give
Then how can we ask for more

We might make love
In some sacred place
That look on your face
Is delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all