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“Cos'è l'odio, veramente, l'ho capito su queste assi insanguinate, con l'acqua del mare addosso a imputridire le ferite. E cos'è la pietà, non lo sapevo prima di aver visto le nostre mani di assassini accarezzare per ore i capelli di un compagno che non riusciva a morire. Ho visto la ferocia, nei moribondi spinti a calci giù dalla zattera, ho visto la dolcezza, negli occhi di Gilbert che baciava il suo piccolo Léon, ho visto l'intelligenza, nei gesti con cui Savigny ricamava il suo massacro, e ho visto la follia, in quei due uomini che una mattina hanno spalancato le ali e se ne sono volati via, nel cielo. Dovessi vivere ancora mille anni, amore sarebbe il nome del peso lieve di Thérèse, tra le mie braccia, prima di scivolare tra le onde. E destino sarebbe il nome di questo oceano mare, infinito e bello.”
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“Volevo dire che io la voglio, la vita, farei qualsiasi cosa per poter averla, tutta quella che c'è, tanta da impazzirne, non importa, posso anche impazzire ma la vita quella non voglio perdermela, io la voglio, davvero, dovesse anche fare un male da morire è vivere che voglio.”
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“…how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us.
And someone -a father, a lover, someone- able to take us by the hand and find that river -imagine it, invent it- and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn’t hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn’t matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone’s fancy -a father, a lover, someone- could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don’t wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful.
A way from here to the sea.”
― Ocean Sea
And someone -a father, a lover, someone- able to take us by the hand and find that river -imagine it, invent it- and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn’t hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn’t matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone’s fancy -a father, a lover, someone- could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don’t wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful.
A way from here to the sea.”
― Ocean Sea
“It's a strange grief… to die of nostalgia for something you will never live.”
― Silk
― Silk
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