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Ο επίσκοπος ήταν ανήσυχος που δεν είχε πάει την ώρα της ανάγνωσης στο δείπνο. Κατάλαβε πως έπλεε σ'ένα προσωπικό σύννεφο, όπου τίποτα σ'αυτό τον κόσμο ή στον άλλο δεν τον ένοιαζε, εάν δεν ήταν η τρομακτική εικόνα της Σιέρβα Μαρία εξαχρειωμένη από το διάβολο. Κατέφυγε στη βιβλιοθήκη, αλλά δεν μπόρεσε να διαβάσει. Προσευχήθηκε με εξαγριωμένη την πίστη του, τραγούδησε το τραγούδι του λαούτου, έκλαψε με καυτά δάκρυα που του έκαψαν τα σωθικά. Άνοιξε τη βαλιτσούλα της Σιέρβα Μαρία κι έβαλε τα πράγματα ένα ένα πάνω στο τραπέζι. Τα γνώρισε, τα μύρισε μ'έναν άπληστο σωματικό πόθο, τα αγάπησε και τους μίλησε σε πρόστυχα εξάμετρα μέχρι που δεν μπορούσε άλλο. Τότε, γύμνωσε το στήθος του, έβγαλε από το συρτάρι του γραφείου το σιδερένιο μαστίγιο που ποτέ δεν είχε τολμήσει να αγγίξει κι άρχισε να χτυπιέται μ'ένα αχόρταγο μίσος που δεν έπρεπε να σταματήσει μέχρι να εξαφανιστεί και το τελευταίο ίχνος της Σιέρβα Μαρία. Ο επίσκοπος, που τον περίμενε, τον βρήκε να κυλιέται μέσα σ'ένα βούρκο από αίματα και δάκρυα. "Είναι το δαιμόνιο, πάτερ μου", του είπε ο Δελάουρα. "Το πιο τρομερό απ'όλα".
Απόσπασμα από το "Περί έρωτος και άλλων δαιμονίων" του Γκαμπριέλ Γκαρσία Μαρκές.
Where the wild roses grow, Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjTY8ildtFU
They call me the wild rose, but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it i do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day i saw her i knew she was the one
As she stared into my eyes and smile
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man and with a carefull hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face
...
On the second day i brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than every woman i'd seen
I said "do you know where the wild roses grow
so sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single rose
Said "will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head as i lied on the bed
He said "if i show you the roses will you follow?"
...
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing i heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day i took her where the wild roses grow
As she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As i kissed her goodbye i said "all beauty must die"
And let down and planted a rose between her teeth
...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjTY8ildtFU
They call me the wild rose, but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it i do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day i saw her i knew she was the one
As she stared into my eyes and smile
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man and with a carefull hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face
...
On the second day i brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than every woman i'd seen
I said "do you know where the wild roses grow
so sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single rose
Said "will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head as i lied on the bed
He said "if i show you the roses will you follow?"
...
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing i heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day i took her where the wild roses grow
As she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As i kissed her goodbye i said "all beauty must die"
And let down and planted a rose between her teeth
...
