Was die Attentäter betrifft, die in Berlin den Anschlag auf die Deutsch-Arabische Gesellschaft verübt haben, ist die Polizei einen Schritt weiter gekommen. Die jetzt nach dem Anschlag…

First We Take Manhattan
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I’m coming now, I’m coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I’m guided by a signal in the heavens
I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin
I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I’d really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station?
I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you’re worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don’t have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I don’t like your fashion business mister
And I don’t like these drugs that keep you thin
I don’t like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I’d really like to live beside you, baby …

And I thank you for those items that you sent me
The monkey and the plywood violin
I practiced every night, now I’m ready
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I am guided

Ah remember me, I used to live for music
Remember me, I brought your groceries in
Well it’s Father’s Day and everybody’s wounded
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

“I´m your man”
Leonard Cohen
Columbia, 1988

Sleeping beauty
Where have you been
You should know
I´m counting on you here

Feels like clouds beneath your wings
It is night, you see it as it is
It is dark, have mercy on us all
You should know
I´m counting on you here

His kiss
His kiss
His kiss
His kiss of spring
His kiss of spring
His kiss of spring
His kiss of spring
His kiss…

Let´s talk about the weather
And the snow
Falling from the heavens like crystal feather
The power of the powder
The silence screams louder
I feel cold
This is a nation on hold
It´s the chill
Without the thrill

I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom
Come to my kingdom
I´m waiting for spring to come to my kingdom
Come to my kingdom…

“Morning Star”
FLUNK
Beatservice Records, 2004

Lo siento, no se me ha ocurrido nada mejor. La historia es tuya.
Paul

“La historia de la familia Roccamatio de Helsinki”
Yann Martel
Ediciones Destino, 2006