che giornate bizzarre. ad un tratto ti rendi conto che stai per perdere una delle persone più importanti della tua vita, l’amore della tua vita. ma sai che lo devi lasciare andare, per il suo bene, e che forse un giorno tornerà.. forse.

“I was on horseback goin’ through the mountains of a night. Goin’ through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin’. Never said nothin’ goin’ by. He just rode on past… and he had his blanket wrapped around him and his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin’ fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. ‘Bout the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin’ on ahead and he was fixin’ to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up…”