Il gioco è fatto!
Nel giorno di poi ormai si stempera l'effetto e la fiamma del cero che ho acceso ieri si starà già affievolendo... si va spegnendo...tutto ripiomberà nel buio o nel dimenticatoio.
"Like a candle in the wind".
Anche questo fa parte del gioco lo so bene.
Mi spiace solo che los forzo che farò sarà mediato dal tempo che passa e, forse, questo non è quanto di più giusto si potrebbe fare ma "sic est!" e tornerò a rileggere cose che conosco nella speranza di trovare strade, risposte o solo il conforto.
Cercare in ogni rimasuglio di energia la scintilla vitale.
The quest!

Song for Adam

Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well
He was alone into his distance
He was deep into his well
I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn't really tell
Now the story's told that Adam jumped, but I've been thinking that he fell
Together we went traveling, as we received the call
His destination India, and I had none at all
Well, I still remember laughing with our backs against the wall
So free of fear, we never thought that one of us might fall
I sit before my only candle, but it's so little light to find my way
Now this story unfolds before my candle
Which is shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
But I feel just like a candle in the way
I guess I'll get there, but I wouldn't say for sure
When we parted we were laughing still, as our goodbyes were said
And I never heard from him again as each our lives we led
Except for once in someone else's letter that I read
Until I heard the sudden word that a friend of mine was dead
I sit before my only candle, like a pilgrim sits beside the way
Now this journey appears before my candle
As a song that's growing fainter the harder that I play
But I fear before I end I'll fade away
But I guess I'll get there, though I wouldn't say for sure
Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him long
And when I stood myself beside him, I never thought I was as strong
Still it seems he stopped his singing in the middle of his song
Well I'm not the one to say I know, but I'm hoping he was wrong
I'm holding out my only candle, though it's so little light to find my way
Now this story's been laid beneath my candle
And it's shorter every hour as it reaches for the day
Yes, I feel just like a candle in the way
I hope I'll get there, but I never pray

Jackson Browne

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