I'd like to meet:
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you and never will
(Leonard Cohen)
The future: time's excuse
to frighten us; too vast
a project, too large a morsel
for the heart's mouthFuture, who won't wait for you?
Everyone is going there.
It suffices you to deepen
the absence that we are.
(Rilke)
Jacques Brel: The greatest songwriter that ever lived.