Les roses de Chagall

Marc Chagall, La femme et les roses,(1929), óleo sobre tela
32 1/2 x 39 7/8 in, Museum of Fine Arts, Houston.

[...] On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay 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
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue, Where The Wild Roses Grow

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