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letra de gacela of the dark death - joan baez

i want to sleep the dream of the apples
to withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries
i want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas
i don’t want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water
i don’t want to learn of the tortures of the gr-ss
nor of the moon with the serpent’s mouth that labors before dawn
i want to sleep a while
a while, a minute, a century
but all must know that i have not died
that there is a stable of gold in my lips
that i am the small friend of the west wind
that i am the immense shadow of my tears
cover me at dawn with a veil
because dawn will throw fists full of ants at me
and wet with hard water my shoes
so that the pincers of the scorpion slide
for i want to sleep the dream of the apples
to learn a lament that will cleanse me of the earth
for i want to live with that dark child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas

- joan baez

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