Gloomy sunday - Bijork feat. Billie Holday

Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless

Little white flowers Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach Sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you
Would they be angry If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy is Sunday, With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I Have decided to end it all

Soon there'll be candles And prayers that are said I know But let them not weep Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream For in death I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessin' you

Dreaming, I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here Darling I hope

That my dream never haunted you My heart is tellin' you
How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday

Breath

The very breath of Your Body transform the moment into something between the absence and the essence of the future.

The flavor of today is you, you do not know to be taste, nor smell, but love and thunder.

The flavor of today is you. What they do not know, but you know not to be there.

The flavor of today' is you, who kisses lipless, sentence wordless, hug tightless-

The flavor of today's you, rhythmic silence without music.
In the presence of your body's breath.
Here, present and absent.