“… he resolved never again to kiss earth for any god or man. This decision, however, made a hole in him, a vacancy…” Salman Rushdie in Midnight’s Children.
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23.3.09

Grand Torino 2

(...)
So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow
A heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long

(Kyle Eastwood, Jamie Cullum, Clint Eastwood)

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