Fotografias que tomé en un atardecer en Extremadura (España) en este otoño.
Alberto Amórtegui 2010.

There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight

I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight

I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all

I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb

Now I can only show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon

The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest

Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans She's innocent and young from a family of means

I have stood many times outside her window at night To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light

How could I be this way when I pray to God above I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love

Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street