and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering
on down the street
footsteps dressed in red
Out here, life is at its essence, and watches the world with innocent eyes; far from grime, far from rushing people it seems that I have found a tiny peace. On the blue backdrop of the unknown water droplets trace their paths; on the sky, mortals hang on metal - but who is to know how long either will last?
Peter Hammill, Solitude
"Il nord è essenzialmente la sua luce"
Claudio Magris, L'infinito viaggiare