minha vida, bisa a da lenda do judeu errante. Não me é permitido morrer. Não me é permitido descansar.
George Sand – Diário Íntimo
On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which we won't understand "Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow Light is changing to shadow And casting it's shroud Over all we have known Unaware how the ranks have grown Driven on by a heart of stone We could find that we're all alone In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night As the daytime is stirring Where the speechless unite In a silent accord Using words you will find are strange And mesmerized as they light the flame Feel the new wind of change On the wings of the night
No more turning away From the weak and the weary No more turning away From the coldness inside Just a world that we all must share It's not enough just to stand and stare Is it only a dream that there'll be No more turning away?
Las personas que no duermen profundamente acaban agotadas o siendo agotadoras para los demás.
David Foenkinos - La biblioteca de los libros rechazados (2016) Titulo original: Le Mystère Henri Pick Traducción de María Teresa Gallego Urrutia y Amaya García Gallego Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial S.A.U. (febrero, 2017)