"When a man is tired of London he is tired of life" Samuel Johnson
The Smiths – London
Londres em recorda coses vàries, random, saltejades i sense ordre.
El suïcidi d'Anna Karenina al mig de Sant Petersburg. Una cita de Samuel Johnson. Una cançó de The Smiths. Un poema de Blake.
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.
London, W. Blake, 1794
Anna Karenina 1935 - Il suicidio
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