Feria del Libro. Lluvia, valga la redundancia.
Autores travestidos de autores firmando para la posteridad.
Un muchacho cantaba el "Hallelujah" acompañado de su guitarra eléctrica.
Que la canción no es de D. Leonardo, sino de Jeff Buckley.
El genial desconocido.
GRACE
There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Oh, it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die
My fading voice sings of love
But she cries to the clicking of time, oh
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Fire
And she weeps on my arm
Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh, drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
Oh, my love
And the rain is falling and I believe
My time has come
It reminds me of the pain I might leave
Leave behind
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire
Fire
Oh
Ooh, ooh, ah
And I feel that I'm drownin' my name
So easy to know
And forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow, oh
Wait in the fire
Wait in the fire, wait in the fire, oh
Oh, wait in the fire
Wai-wai-wait
Wait in the fire, wait in the fire
Wait
