Empiezo este blog con una canción que me descubrió mi amiga Espe (Hope :P ) y que no puedo dejar de escuchar. Me provoca muchas sensaciones y despierta historias, para escribir, para dibujar o simplemente para imaginar.
Gracias por esta canción.



Young girl in the market
Music to the men
When the men leave
Her eyes are red
When her eyes are closed again
she sees the dark market of above (violins)

And she sings
They say the most horrible things
But I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done?

Young boy in the market
Follows all the men
When the men leave
He's out of his head
When his eyes are closed again
he sees the dark market of above (violins)

And he sings
They break the most beautiful things
But I hear violins, when I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done
I look into your eyes
And I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done?

(Center of the sun)

Young boy in the market
Sees the girl alone
And asks her
Have you lost your way home??
She sings
You say the most beautiful things, just like my violins?

I look into your eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done

When I close my eyes
I am at the center of the sun
And I cannot be hurt
By anything this wicked world has done

'Cause
I hear violins
I hear violins

I hear violins
I hear violins

(Center of the sun)

I hear ...violins