Alguna de mis pocas lectoras cuyo nombre está relacionado con la palabra de esta semana me dijo hace unos días que no postiara taantoos poemas de desamor, que pusiera algo romántico. Yo le contesté, por supuesto si yo soy "el ultimo romántico del mundo" - parodiando el titulo de una canción de Nicola Di Bari que le gusta a mi Geñita Linda-.
Dado mi actual estado de ánimo, esto es lo máximo de romanticismo que puedo sentir y compartir ahora con ustedes. Y para quienes son recurrentes en este sitio, creo que era de esperarse algo así:
A good woman is hard to find
By Morphine
She painted a bull's eye on my mind.
No matter how I moved her aim was never high.
I guess that was what I needed at the time.
A good woman is hard to find.
A good woman is hard to find.
A good woman is hard to find.
A good woman is hard to find.
She was heavy, on the back beat.
See played me just like a tambourine.
Well, she took me to church, prayed till it hurt.
A good woman is hard to find.
A good woman is hard to find.
I'll live to love another one more time.
A good woman is hard to find.
She was a helluva woman,
from a helluva town.
She took me all the way,
it was a long way down.
She makes me wonder, wonder, all day long.
Can a good woman, ever be found?
Can a good woman, never be found?
She was beauty and adventure.
She seemed so glad to be alive.
I want to be happy, but not all the time.
A good woman is hard to find.
A good woman is hard to find.
I'll live to love another one more time.
A good woman is hard to find.
She wrapped me up.
Saved me for later.
Left me no way to penetrate her.
Guess that was what I needed at the time.
A good woman is hard to find.
A good woman is hard to find.
I'll live to love another one more time.
A good woman is hard to find.
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