Forse è meglio un po’ di midazolam

ICELAND

La frase qui riportata mi piace molto. Spesso nella mia professione medica devo imbattermi nell’intimità delle persone.

Come si fa a capire, a capire veramente, un uomo in questa condizione? Noi crediamo che la frequentazione e la forzata intimità con cui entriamo in contatto con gli infelici come Tunesi possa in qualche modo aprirci le porte verso la consapevolezza dei loro problemi. Non si deve credere che pulire il culo di qualcuno voglia dire acquisire un grado di coscienza psicologica maggiore. Il culo è culo, niente di più. Si diventa forse più disincantati, anzi, sicuramente disincantati – e non è sempre un bene -, ma la conoscenza non progredisce per niente. Si può avere a forza di buchi di culo, la nausea dell’esistenza, ma non se ne sa affatto di più. Il culo non aiuta a risolvere i perché.

Marco Venturino, Cosa sognano i pesci

Born to Die – Lana del Rey

Why, who me, why?
Feet don’t fail me now
Take me to your finish line
Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take
But I’m hoping that the gates, they’ll tell me that you’re mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night
Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you’re mine?
It’s like I told you, honey

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die

Lost but now I am found
I can see but once I was blind
I was so confused as a little child
Tried to take what I could get
Scared that I couldn’t find
All the answers, honey

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come take a walk on the wild side
Come kiss me hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die
We were born to die
We were born to die

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die (we were born to die)


Why, who me, why?Feet don’t fail me nowTake me to your finish lineOh my heart it breaks every step that I takeBut I’m hoping that the gates, they’ll tell me that you’re mineWalking through the city streetsIs it by mistake or design?I feel so alone on a Friday nightCan you make it feel like home if I tell you you’re mine?It’s like I told you, honeyDon’t make me sad, don’t make me crySometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know whyKeep making me laughLet’s go get highThe road is long, we carry onTry to have fun in the meantimeCome take a walk on the wild sideLet me kiss you hard in the pouring rainYou like your girls insaneSo choose your last words, this is the last time’Cause you and I, we were born to dieLost but now I am foundI can see but once I was blindI was so confused as a little childTried to take what I could getScared that I couldn’t findAll the answers, honeyDon’t make me sad, don’t make me crySometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know whyKeep making me laughLet’s go get highThe road is long, we carry onTry to have fun in the meantimeCome take a walk on the wild sideCome kiss me hard in the pouring rainYou like your girls insaneSo, choose your last words, this is the last time’Cause you and I, we were born to dieWe were born to dieWe were born to dieCome and take a walk on the wild sideLet me kiss you hard in the pouring rainYou like your girls insaneDon’t make me sad, don’t make me crySometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know whyKeep making me laughLet’s go get highThe road is long, we carry onTry to have fun in the meantimeCome take a walk on the wild sideLet me kiss you hard in the pouring rainYou like your girls insaneChoose your last words, this is the last time’Cause you and I, we were born to die (we were born to die)

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