soleá:
“I felt the old familiar cold twist through my bones again and then it was all forgotten, the warmth, the light; I had never been warm in my life, ever.” Donna Tartt
soleá:
There's a light on in the attic. Thought the house is dark and shuttered, I can see a flickerin' flutter, And I know what it's about. There's a light on in the attic. I can see it from the outside. And I know you're on the inside... lookin' out. She