«Hai lasciato la valigetta dei colori, delle tinte, delle seppie e delle terre, dei tramonti e delle città, dei vrum, dei vrap!, dei ti amo e quando te ne vai, delle auto ruggenti e delle gomme per cancellare su da me.»
“I look at my childhood and think, How am I going to live up to what my mom did for me as a mother? She dropped everything when I was born. It was so selfless of her. I look at how nurturing she was, how informative she was, how honest she was–and I hope someday I have that kind of intuition as a parent.“
And I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys. The same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.