Aret (aret) wrote,
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At the frontier of my skin.

Помню, он читал эту толстенную книжку Рушди, Ground beneath Her Feet. Всюду ее в сумке таскал. Весила она, небось, как два кирпича. Сколько лет прошло, а в голове все крутятся строчки, он их читал мне вслух.

At the frontier of the skin no dogs patrol.
At the frontier of the skin,
Where I end and you begin,
Where I cross from sin to sin,
Abandon hope and enter in,
And lose my soul.
At the frontier of the skin no guards patrol.

At the frontier of the skin mad dogs patrol.
At the frontier of the skin,
Where they kill to keep you in,
Where you must not slip your skin,
or change your role.
You can't pass out I can't pass in,
You must end as you begin,
Or lose your soul.
At the frontier of the skin armed guards patrol.


Наверное, ради этих строчек можно таскать с собой книжку весом в два кирпича.
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