Do not be a magician - be magic! - Leonard Cohen

Non passarono molti anni che sua madre cominciò a esercitare gli inalienabili diritti della menopausa. Si mise a indossare in casa a qualsiasi ora una pelliccia e gli occhiali da sole. Prima vi alluse soltanto e poi affermò esplicitamente di aver sacrificato una carriera come pianista concertista. Quando le veniva chiesto per il bene di chi, lei si rifiutava di rispondere e abbassava il termostato.

so much of the world is plunged in darkness and chaos...

So ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

You let me sing, you lifted me up, you have my soul a beam to travel on. You folded your distance back into my heart. You drew the tears back to my eyes. You hid me in the mountain of your word. You gave the injury a tongue to heal itself. You covered my head with my teacher's care, you bound my arm with my grandfather's strength. O beloved speaking, O comfort whispering in the terror, unspeakable explanation of the smoke and cruelty, undo the self-conspiracy, let me dare the boldness of joy.