mercredi 1 août 2012
LET IT LOOSE
"He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg.
But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly in a tree. Then a tall tree. Then the sky.
That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing.
You'll end up looking at the sky."
"And believe me(...)_ it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty space; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear."
Truman Capote Breakfast at Tiffany's