Baltimore, 21.12.2024 22:37 hours
When you read this, dear Ed, and disilludente my dear love, I am no longer among you. I will also no longer on this Earth, probably, but do not be afraid for me, I will not be dead, or at least not in the sense you mean. I turn
to you, Ed ... it is easier. I met the greatest mystery of the universe and I discovered that I was part, too, had been intended from the first day of my life. It was not useless and mediocre existence as I thought! I have not wasted all these years in vain for years ... to compose pieces that no one ever bothered to consider. Now I'm sure Ed: you can do it without me.
Where am I going I do not even need my old Les Paul. It is your friend, and make good use.
The Crimson King ... fuck if there really exists! It arrived Monday at dusk and was moored at the fifth bridge east, the disused for years. No one could see except me and it was then that I understood. I knew it was coming to get me! We sail in less than an hour and we'll route to a destination that I do not know as yet ... the only thing I know is that there are limits to that ship.
I may not tell you what I saw up there, know only that it is better than all the orgasms you may have experienced in your life.
You know that my faith has never been great, but I now believe that God exists! It was he who created the music. But even if he were the devil ... after what I saw, I can burn in hell for eternity!
And I do not hate, I love you. Have one last kiss from me to Alice. Goodbye. Kurt
Essay of David Battle (March 2000) made for the
conocorso "Scrivilamusica", the music and the sea, Genoa City
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