What remains, after all

b&w photo pieces

Winter Melancholy in b&w.

The Ship Song, Nick Cave and Bad Seeds.

And burn your bridges down

We make a little history, baby

Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me

And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long

We define our moral ground

But when I crawl into your arms

Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me

And burn your bridges down

We make a little history, baby

Every time you come around

Your face has fallen sad now

For you know the time is nigh

When I must remove your wings

And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me

And burn your bridges down

We make a little history, baby

Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me

And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around

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estas fotos que traje de Polonia (de mi viaje en febrero 2012)...

 en fin: vida por escanear, memorias por revivir... 

Nick Cave y su Ship Song le da ese toque languido

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