Lovers

Gondolatok az ufóembertől, amelyek a gyönyörű számáról szólnak, és amelyek rögtön megragadtak bennem:

"Call me dark, tragic, whatever, but there is no love without death. Remove the horizon of dying, horizon of end, horizon of once and never again and you can be sure you buried every possibility to love. I don’t know what love is. But I see wrinkles around her eyes, hair falling on her shoulders, I stare at the knuckles on her hand, feel her ribs under my fingertips, the ways skin stretches and folds as I pass my lips over it, the shape of her skull and suddenly I realize how she happens, how she appears in just one angle – the eternity that will never come again. The moment, the molecules, the voice which you can never grasp, grab, preserve, return to, and at the same time they carry something so immense and neverending. Isn’t it what dying is about? The point in time and space where time and space collapse, the joint which disjoints, the now which is forever and never. If we were immortal we wouldn’t love."

A szöveg eredeti, teljes verziója ITT,magával a zeneszámmal és a dalszövegével együtt. Ajánlom mindenkinek Ketz zenéjét, fantasztikus.

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