… intr-o zi am inceput sa fiu mirosul greu dupa care trebuie aerisit indelung. nu cred sa fi fost aceeasi zi in care s-au rupt toate promisiunile. nu-mi mai amintesc decat ca blestemele lumii s-au dezlegat deasupra noastra si in miezul acelei zile s-a auzit urletul vrajitoarelor tinere si frumoase. nici cea mai frumoasa dintre ele nu s-a putut arata fermecatoare ochilor acelora. ochilor straini. ochilor de piatra.
au fost odata ca niciodata doi oameni, un drum si prea multe prapastii.
“And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don’t mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There’s no reason for it, you’ve gotta go sometime.”
“If you can hear this whispering you are dying.”
“I never said I was frightened of dying.”
(The Great Gig in the Sky, Richard Wright
The Dark Side Of The Moon, 1973)
"Come on, Pooh! Let's get some fresh air, Piglet said, taking Pooh by the hand. I'm sure we'll think of something..."
("Winnie the Pooh and the Butterfly Wings", Sleepy Stories, Lisa Ann Marsoli)
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