Mourning Dove

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They say that at nights He simply went through by just crying They say that he wasn’t eating It simply didn’t suit him just taking They swear that the sky itself Was vibrating by listening to his weeping How he was suffering for her, And even when he was dying he was calling for her: He was singing He was wailing He was singing He was dying from mortal passion. That a sad dove Very early in the morning will sing At the lonely house Whose small doors are widely open They swear that this dove Is no other (thing) than his soul, That is still waiting For the unhappy (woman) to return. Cucurrucucú dove, cucurrucucú don’t cry. The stones never, dove, What will they know of loves? Cucurrucucú, dove, don’t cry anymore... **************

Devastating and beautiful... All at the same time.

*** From Pedro Almodóvar's film, Hable Con Ella, "Talk to Her" *************************************