Sally Anne

Me acompaña desde ayer, constantemente, la misma canción de Natalie Merchant, una melodía terriblemente hermosa, acariciándome, repitiéndose casi constantemente en mi mente.



Puedo dejar de dormir, de comer, de beber. Si las cosas fueran realmente mal, podría dejar hasta de leer. Pero, ¿la música?

A woman of beauty

A woman of pain

In France or Jakarta

Her shadow’s the same

You go home with Sally Ann

You go home with Sally Ann

You go home



A woman of kindness

With bracelets of jade

In China, in Japan

Choices are made

You go home with Sally Ann

You go home with Sally Ann

You go home



A woman of chances

With no family or friends

In Argentina

She knows only men

You go home with Sally Ann

You go home with Sally Ann

You go home



A woman of color

With debts to be paid

In Trenton or Detroit

She lives by the blade

You go home with Sally Ann

You go home with Sally Ann

You go home