New Orleans, de Stevie Nicks

El día de ayer en la mañana, estaba escuchando la canción New Orleans de Stevie Nicks, descargue el disco In Your Dreams específicamente por esa canción después de que Anne Rice compartiera la noticia en su página de Facebook hace ya tiempo.

 

Si pudiera viajar a una sola ciudad tendría que ser Neva Orleans, y es que como buena Riceana hay un punto en el que se vuelve imposible no enamorarse de la ciudad; en sus novelas la ciudad  se vuelve casi un personaje, es una constante llena de detalles, historia y belleza arquitectónica.  En los primeros años que empezaba a conocer las novelas, solia buscar imagenes de los lugares en Internet para poder conocer los lugares y eso me ayudaba mucho al momento de la lectura; en el caso de Neva Orleans hay lugares obligados, como Bourbon Street, El Barrio Francés, la catedral St Louis, el cementerio Laffayete, el cafe Du Monde... y la lista sigue y sigue.

 

 

In the city of dreams
Lies the city's ghost
There's a beginning
There's a middle and an end in this city
We reach out for the middle ground
We throw a great party
So hearts will start to mend
We forgive, at least we try

In the midst of the sea of dreams
Lies a perfect storm
In the sea of tears
Lies a city ghost
In the spirit of the Mardi Gras
Well, the people hope
That their lives will get better
The people hope
That their lives will get better

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter
I wanna dress up
I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by Anne Rice
And go down Bourbon Street

I see a sea of smiles
I see a haunted city reachin' out
I see hope in all their faces
Behind the mask of Mardi Gras
Where the good and the righteous walk
And the wicked as well

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter
I wanna dress up
I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna dress up, ooh yea
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by Anne Rice
And go down Bourbon Street
Mmmm, go on down Bourbon Street

Within these rooms
I go up to my balcony
And I hang the paintings on the wall
And I open up my gallery
And I open up my doors
I stare at the city
I stare at my city

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter
I wanna dress up
I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna get back to New Orleans
I wanna sing out in the streets of the French Quarter
I wanna dress up
I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by Anne Rice
Go down Bourbon Street
Go down Bourbon Street
Go on down Bourbon Street
Go on down Bourbon Street
Go on down
Go on down
Go on down
Go on down Bourbon Street

In the city of tears
Lies the city ghost