domingo, abril 17, 2005

 

Inscrito numa lápide do cemitério judeu de Cracóvia

“To: M.

To say goodbye
Smiling
It blesses you and me
To turn again
To wave again
The distance grows
We shrink…

Wave again
At the empty space
Alone

R.”

Comments:
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"No words this time?
No words.
No, there are times when nothing can be done.
Not this time.
Is it censorship?
Is it censorship?
No, it's evaporation.
No, it's evaporation.
Is this leading somewhere?
Yes.
We're going down the lane.
Is this going somewhere?
Into the garden.
Into the backyard.
We're walking down the driveway.
Are we moving towards....
We're in the backyard.
...some transcendental moment?
It's almost light.
That's right.
That's it.
Are we moving towards some transcendental moment?
That's right.
That's it.
Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?
Yes. Do you think you can pull it off?
Yes, it might happen.
I'm all ears.
I'm all ears.
Oh the morning glory!"


(Leonard Cohen - Morning Glory)
 
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