SKULL AND CROSSBONES (8tracks)
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
-walt whitman, 1865
Summer padded across the tower floor to Shaggydog, and began to lick at a mat of bloody fur on the back of his brother’s neck. Rickon began to cry. His arrowheads fell from his hand one by one and clattered on the floor. Bran pulled him close and hugged him. He found himself shivering as the maester unrolled the paper. “What is it?” he said, holding his brother all the harder.
Sebbene non lo sapessi,
ti immaginavo con me,
facevamo mille progetti,
in tutte le città che ami,
imparando entrambi a convivere
tra la realtà e il pensiero.
Spiata all’ombra dei tuoi giorni
o per mia sorpresa durante la notte in un bar.
Così ho vissuto,
come la luce del sogno,
che non ricordi al risveglio.
"Sebbene tu non lo sapessi"
Luis García Montero