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"