from the text of Luciano Berio's "Sinfonia":
<<< and all this can't stop the wars, can't make the old younger or lower the price of bread — say it again, louder! – can't stop the wars, can't make the old younger or lower the price of bread, can't erase solitude or dull the tread outside the door, we can only nod, yes, it's true, but no need to remind, to point, for it is all with us, always, except perhaps at certain moments, here among these rows of balconies, in a crowd or out of it, perhaps waiting to enter, watching. And tomorrow we'll read that Beethoven's fourth piano concerto made tulips grow on the rooftops of my heart and altered the flow of the ocean currents. . .>>>