Without giving anything away,
I can say it’s by the sea.
It’s a house that used to be the home of a friend of mine.
Without giving anything away,
you’ll find ships inside of bottles,
and the garden’s overgrown,
the house is white but the paint is coming of.
I didn’t know if you wanted to,
when I came to pick you up.
But you didn’t even hesitate,
and now you and me are on our way.
I think I’ve brought everything we need,
so don’t look back,
don’t think of the other places you should have been
it’s a good thing that you came along with me.
Gold in the air of summer,
you’ll shine like gold in the air of summer.

— Kings of convenience

Si potrà pure ammettere che Celan avesse un concetto altamente retorico dello scrivere in prosa; lo si riscontra anche in scritture private ed essenzialmente comunicative, persino nelle lettere alle persone che gli furono più prossime.

— Giuseppe Bevilacqua

something borrowed, something blue

— Every you every me