Una invitación musical

Me ha venido a la mente una canción que hacía mucho que no escuchaba, recomendamos en esta noche otoñal a Leonard Cohen y su "TAKE THIS WALZT", con una letra especialmente bonita.

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women there's a shoulder where death comes to cry there's a lobby with nine hundred windows.There's a tree where the doves go to die there's a piece that was torn from the morning and it hangs in the gallery of frost.Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz.Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws oh I want you, I want you, I want you on a chair with a dead magazine.In the cave at the tip of the lily in some hallways where love's never been on a bed where the moon has been sweating in a cry filled with footsteps and sand.Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz.Take its broken waist in your hand. This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz with its very own breath of brandy and death dragging its tail in the sea. There's a concert hall in Vienna where your mouth had a thousand reviews there's a bar where the boys have stopped talking they've been sentenced to death by the blues.Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture with a garland of freshly cut tears?.Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz. Take this waltz it's been dying for years. There's an attic where children are playing where I've got to lie down with you soon in a dream of Hungarian lanterns in the mist of some sweet afternoon and I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow all your sheep and your lilies of snow.Ay, ay, ay, ay Take this waltz, take this waltz. With its "I'll never forget you, you know!". This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz...Take its broken waist in your hand This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and Death Dragging its tail in the sea And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise the hyacinth wild on my shoulder, my mouth on the dew of your thighs and I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there, and the moss.And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty my cheap violin and my cross and you'll carry me down on your dancing to the pools that you lift on your wrist.Oh my love, Oh my love Take this waltz, take this waltz. It's yours now. It's all that there is...

Puedes escucharlo en el siguiente enlace:
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=2sZzJAxfD-4&feature=related