Caballos, caballos, caballos, caballos…

Poetisa, cantante, escritora, artista, andrógina, lesbiana, sexosa, roquera, rebelde, madrina del punk, pecadora, religiosa, Dios echa mujer, influencia de  miles, conocida por pocos. Ahí viene caminado por la calle, Dios murió por los pecados de alguien pero no los suyos. Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong… Tiene que ser mía, G-L-O-R-I-A. Así es Patti Smith.

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he’s being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.

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