Blues of the snow
I’ve been waiting for so long
—so long—
for a place to call my own, to be by my own
But it seems I’ll never find a home
as I’m walking through the white, white, white snow.
I know I came for loving
Oh girl, I know we came for love
‘Cause my sunshine is burning
—as I am loving you
But when I’m lost in the city
I still need to heat my source,
as there we’re walking on the grey, grey, grey snow
But I can’t feel the cold no more
and I don’t find myself alone
‘Cause I can feel you in my soul
And it seems I’ll have a home
and I see light
as I walk towards the black, black, black snow
R.
Pequeña letra de un blues compuesto entre la nieve del camino.
Small lyrics of a blues composed among the snow on the path.
Ilustración por Gao Xingjian
Shigeru Umebayashi.
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I think it’s precisely how I found the paintings by Xingjian
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He is a genius composer, and Wong Kar-Wai is a brilliant director. If there is any way to find such a triad of eastern brilliancy, you’ve found it.
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