Viktorpiktor

And I'll dance with you in Vienna

I'll be wearing a rivers disguise

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder

My mouth on the dew of your thighs

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook

With the photographs there, and the moss

And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty

My cheap violin and my cross

And you'll carry me down on your dancing

To the pools that you lift on your wrist

Oh my love, oh my love

Take this waltz, take this waltz

It's yours now, it's all that there is.

Idag har jag saknat min pojkvän lite mer än vanligt o lyssnat på Leonard Cohen.

Jag hoppas att han åker upp till obygden snart o underhåller mig ngra dar (min pojkvän då, inte Leonard)