WUTHERING HEIGHTS Esta noche me siento un personaje totalmente victoriano, salgo de la mente de Emily Bronte, siento el tormento de los páramos de Yorkshire....
Out on the wiley, windy moors we'd roll and fall in green you had a temper, like my jealousy too hot, too greedy how could you leave me when i needed to possess you? i hated you, i loved you too