mercredi 9 juillet 2014

Ask the dust


"It was no use. How could I search for her? Why should I search for her? What could I bring her but a return to the brutal wilderness that had brocken her? I walked back in the dawn, sadly in the dawn. The hills had her now. Let these hills hide her! Let her go back to the loneliness of the intimate hills. Let her live with the stones and sky, with the wind blowing her hair to the end. Let her go that way."

John Fante

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