Märkasin lehes pisikest uudist.
Kui nüüd keegi suudaks välja mõelda mõõtühiku, millega seda erinevust mõõta, saaksime mõõdupuu, millega mõõta progressi ja protsessi.
Oh well, I love you pretty baby
You're the only love I've ever known
Just as long as you stay with me
The whole world is my throne
Beyond here lies nothin'
Nothin' we can call our own
Well, I'm movin' after midnight
Down boulevards of broken cars
Don't know what I'd do without it
Without this love that we call ours
Beyond here lies nothin'
Nothin' but the moon and stars
Down every street there's a window
And every window's made of glass
We'll keep on lovin' pretty baby
For as long as love will last
Beyond here lies nothin'
But the mountains of the past
Well, my ship is in the harbor
And the sails are spread
Listen to me, pretty baby
Lay your hand upon my head
Beyond here lies nothin'
Nothin' done and nothin' said
JUBE, KUI ILUS ON ARMASTUS!
Kes täiuslikku maitseelamust jaksab tahta, otsib üles Loomingu 2008/1 ja loeb läbi Peeter Sauteri näidendi "Keldris".
Dylan oleks filmi nigu Sauteri pealt maha pand.