¿Tan nocivo puede ser lo que una vez fue lo más bello del mundo?

Soon it will be cold enough

And she’s still looking for the cure of the terrible angst, 

the storm and the tempest in her throat; 

still looking for the umbrella, 

the shelter for the rain coming from her eyes; 

still trying to silence the thunder, to calm the earthquake; 

trying to hide ‘till crying every night… 

Still.

And it doesn’t matter how much she keeps on galloping, 

feeling the air under her spread wings (arms), 

breathing between the manes of the horse. 

The fragile moment of freedom ends every single time she gets into bed.

The cadence of the ride just whisper: 

Hush now, baby, baby, don’t you cry…

Suena: Mother --- Pink Floyd

 

Can it really be that much nocive the thing that was once the most beautiful one in the world?

Can you hear the sighs...?

No, sure you can't.

She's too quiet...

De noche me pongo muy tonta, lo sé.