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