“[...] Where’re the eyes, the eyes with the will to see/
Where’s the hearts that run over with mercy/
Where’s the love that has not forsaken me/
Where’s the work that’ll set my hands, my soul free/
Where’s the spirit to reign rain over me/
Where’s the promise, from sea to shining sea [...]”
(‘We take care of our own’, B. Springsteen, cit.)
Fonte immagine: ‘Les raboteurs de parquets’, G. Caillebotte
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