Uscendo dalla cucina comincio a canticchiare Sober dei Tool e mi sento un coglione. Poi cerco di ricordarmi il testo e sento le viscere contorcersi. Mamma mia che colpo.

"There's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every step I take, 

making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me.

Waiting like a stalking butler who upon the finger rests.

Murder now the path is, must we just because the son has come.

Jesus, won't you fucking whistle something but the past and done?

Why can't we not be sober?

I want to start this over.

Why can't we dream forever?

I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.

I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.

I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave, 

I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down.

Mother Mary won't you whisper something but the past and done?

Why can't we not be sober?

I just want to start this over. 

Why can't we sleep forever?

I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.

I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.

I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.

Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me.

Why can't we not be sober?

I just want to start things over.

Why can't we sleep forever?

I just want to start this over.

I want what I want.

I want what I want.

I want what I want.

I want what I want."

Ma io non so cosa voglio. Alle mie spalle avverto la presenza di Eleonora che mi fissa. E' un'ombra nera eppure non oscura i miei passi. Davanti a me, sotto il gazebo, Claudia ha apparecchiato ed è seduta a tavola. E' bella, tanto. 

L'Angelo Caduto è finito in Un Altro Incubo Rosso. Che pezzo incredibile. Che disco incredibile. Quand'è uscito Red, nel 1973? O nel '74...?

"Era il '74 quando pubblicavano questo capolavoro, ti rendi conto?"

E basta!