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Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.
Here I end—
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—gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless and no good going on, and she agreed, without opening her eyes.
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments
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after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare. I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened.
Let me in.
We drifted in among the flags and stuck. The way they went down, sighing, before the stem!
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.
Here I end this reel. Box three, spool five.
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
L’Ultimo Nastro di Krapp (S. Beckett, regia di Bob Bobiiina Wilson)
E’ tutto azzurro e piove e il protagonista con i calzini rossi ascolta in silenzio le sue registrazioni di 30 anni prima, avvolgendo e riavvolgendo. E’ come rileggere le stronzate del mio vecchio blog e pensare WTF. So che uno dei miei professori era alla prima e si è commosso sul finale.
