Tre strofe (da me tradotte) tratte dalla "Ballata del carcere di Reading " (1898) di Oscar Wilde.
"Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die."
Nel video appare il dipinto "Gli amanti" di Magritte.
Si, toccante, profondo, universale..Oggi ? Si continua imperterriti, però con più crudeltà, più stupida avidità, e soprttutto allargando a dismisura le vittime. Se non ora quando ?
Walter
Pugacevv 9 months ago 2
Magnifico! Grazie mille!
LeCommedieDellArte 9 months ago