The 40s, outside of a gin joint. Two tough guys. The suit with tie and vest, raincoat and fedora hat wearing kind. Revolver-carrying type tough guys. Two four-inch barrels, they carried.
Two à la Marlowe tough guys. One belongs to the mob. The other one's a private detective. Because there were only members of the mob, private investigators and possibly some or other reporter in the 1940s.
Heavy rain pouring down on a dark night. Both of their figures cut against the dim light of a far-off streetlamp.
No femme fatales. Sirens will only plan your demise, pocket your green and suck your blood. They're not bamboozled by those. They don't roll that way.
They meet eyes. The private eye has a hard look on his face. The mobster cracks a smile. They approach. Their gaze never breaks.
They kiss. They lock in an embrace.
Only two tough guys.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
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Vale, me tomo como que me convenciste. Me voy a Málaga, pero antes, quiero dejarte algo en tu idioma, te gustará o me entenderas?
It's been one year? and fifteen days
since u took your love away
i go out every night and sleep all day
since u took your love away
since u been gone i can do whatever i want
i can see whomever i choose
i can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
but nothing
i said nothing can take away these blues
'cos nopthing compares
nothing compares 2 u
It's been so lonely without u here
like a bird without a song
nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
tell me baby where did i go wrong
i could put my arms around every girl i see
but they'd only remind me of you
i went to the doctor guess what he told me
guess what he told me
he said girl u better try to have fun no matter what u do
but he's a fool
'cos nothing compares 2 u
All the flowers that u planted alba
in the back yard
all died when u went away
i know that living with u baby was sometimes hard
but i'm willing to give it another try
'cos nothing compares
nothing compares 2 u
Kisses. es asi?
Ya lo sé, sí. No necesitas firmar.
"Nothing Compares 2 U", qué bonita. Te iba a preguntar que si la de Prince original o la versión de Sinéad O'Connor, pero ya veo que es la tuya propia. Muchísimo mejor. Viniendo de ti todo es mucho mejor, claro que me gusta. Y por descontado que te entiendo.
Gracias, cielo.
Besos
a mi me gusta la versión de todo lo que sea femenino, no lo sabias?
Veo que estas puesta.Jo y yo que pensaba que ibas a creer que era mia propia del todo y en inglés.
No ha colado? Que fallo? Si lo sé quito el estribillo, pero en ´tu idioma, no sabia cual era.( Risitas,... que ahora suena el ja repetido )
Besos
Me he dado cuenta.
No ha colado no, esta me la sé bastante bien. Elegiste una muy conocida. Con que sea de tu parte ya me vale.
Besos
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