Rabbit, Run

Again, then, they make love, in morning light with cloudy mouths, her breasts floating shallow on her ridged rib cage. Her nipples are sunken brown buds, her bush a brass froth. It is almost too naked; his climax seems petty in relation to the wealth of brilliant skin, and he wonders if she pretends. She says not; no, it was different but alright. Really all right. He goes back under the covers while she pads around on bare feet getting dressed. Funny how she puts on her bra before her underpants. Her putting on her underpants makes him conscious of her legs as separate things: thick pink liquid twists diminishing downward into her ankles. They take a rosy light from the reflection of each other as she walks around. Her accepting his watching her flatters him, shelters him. They have become domestic.

John Updike - Rabbit, Run

Oriunde

Capul mi se-nvârte, inima mi-a căzut în pantofi şi daaaa....vertij.... Am dat foc fluviilor, dar acum tre să mă-ntorc...să mi-ntorc privirea de la decadenţa purităţii. Oh, şi ea râde în adâncul mânecilor...cu toţii ştiţi... Aşadar..oriunde-mi pică ţeasta...acolo va fi casa mea....
Lumea e cu fundu-n sus ( buzunarele-mi păreau pline cu aur ) şi nori negrii o acoperă....iar vântul, vântul rece bate mai tare ca tobele funerare...
Şi măcar nu mai am nevoie de nimeni, căci am învăţat să fiu singur şi am învăţat....că oriunde-mi cade capul...acolo, doar acolo...acolo este casa mea...

Tom Waits - Anywhere i lay my head