Se hace preciso el rito y me falta un sólo giro en la mirada.
Si me atrevo a mirar desde fuera de esa cultura...oohh que exquisita libertad!
Björk le canta a estos giros ("a estas personas que juegan en los bucles de los dioses"). Me sorprendo con estas letras...pagan poetry,possibly maybe, bachelorette, cocoon...pero ésta es la precisa, pues no es hacia afuera.. es hacia adentro.

Isobel

In a forest pitch dark
Glowed the tiniest spark
It burst into flame
Like me
Like me

My name Isobel
Married to myself
My love Isobel
Living by herself

In a heart full of dust
Lives a creature called lust
It surprises and scares
Like me
Like me

My name Isobel
Married to myself
My love Isobel
Living by herself

When she does it she means to
Moth delivers her message
Unexplained on your collar
Crawling in silence
A simple excuse...

In a tower of steel
Nature forges a deal
To raise wonderful hell
Like me
Like me

My name Isobel
Married to myself
My love Isobel
Living by herself