Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Wings of Desire

de Wim Wenders
Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around

You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive

And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

(some disordered lines from Stay, Bono)

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