duminică, 15 martie 2009

Tragism de duminica.

“Luc isi aminteste de vorba atribuita lui Clemenceau: “momentul cel mai placut este cand urci scara.”
Pentru el, dimpotriva, fericirea incepe cand totul s-a consumat. Dupa corvoada carnala”
Pascal Bruckner – “Care dintre noi l-a nascocit pe celalalt?”

“… corvoada carnala” – Ai zice – uite! un personaj creat dupa tipare romantice… care viseaza la o dragoste platonica, eterna, insa e destul de realist cat sa accepte necesitatea “corvoadei carnale”. Imi dau seama ca zambesc in timp ce inchid cartea.
Imi place personajul asta.
Imi place tragismul lui
Imi place cum ma sparg in figuri facand echilibristica ieftina pe marginea unui citat sub pretextul unei dupa-amieze de duminica lipsite de chef…
Cheful vine mancand!

“Follow me into the desert
As thirsty as you are
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
And drown in alcohol
‘Cause down below the truth is lying
Beneath the riverbed
So quench yourself and drink the water
That flows below her head
Close your eyes and bow your head
I need a little sympathy
‘Cause fear is strong and love’s for everyone
Who isn’t me
Kill your health and kill yourself
And kill everything you love
And if you live you can fall to pieces
And suffer with my ghost
So follow me into the desert
As desperate as you are
Where the moon is glued to a picture of heaven
And all the little pigs have God
I shot my love today would you cry for me
I lost my head again would you lie for me
I left her in the sand just a burden in my hand
I lost my head again would you cry for me
yeah, would you cry for me”
Chris Cornell - "Burden in my hand"

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