Non è un paese per vecchi di Cormac McCarthy. Le affinità elettive di Goethe. Questa storia di Alessandro Baricco.
La meta
Ascoltami, i poeti laureati si muovono soltanto fra le piante dai nomi poco usati: bossi ligustri o acanti. Io, per me, amo le strade che riescono agli erbosi fossi dove in pozzanghere mezzo seccate agguantano i ragazzi qualche sparuta anguilla: le viuzze che seguono i ciglioni, discendono tra i ciuffi delle canne e mettono negli orti, tra gli alberi dei limoni.
One Caress
Well I'm down on my knees again
And I pray to the only one
Who has the strength
To bear the pain
To forgive all the things that I've done
Oh Girl
Lead me into your darkness
When this world is trying it's hardest
To leave me unimpressed
Just one caress
From you and I'm blessed
When you think you've tried every road
Every avenue
Take one more look
At what you found old
And in it you'll find something new
I'm shying from the light
I always loved the night
And now you offer me eternal darkness
I have to believe that sin
Can make a better man
It's the mood that I am in
That's left us back where we began