Oh, shut up, QCR.
Others applaud them. I panic for them. I want it to work out, they are both good souls who have earned respite, and find it in each other; I worry that they may not work out, because the world is a cruel place.
Yes, nothing ventured nothing gained. And at least, they are both old and wise enough to know.
I worry so much, that the first song to pop into my head was this. Lyrics Kostas Tripolitis, Music Mikis Theodorakis, 1981: late Mikis. Lyrics disillusioned and fearful; music soaring and yearning. Αγάπη: Love. stixoi.info: Αγάπη
Love of bread and fire,
Love of brackishness.
Billboards will choke us
and empty beer cans.
Where can I take you away?
Glass and sheet metal
have filled the years
with expired months.
Love of bread and rain,
Love out on the balconies.
You’ll see blood on the asphalt
and plastic containers.
Where can I take you away?
Glass and sheet metal
have filled the years
with expired months.
I worry, too, that you’ll talk each other mad. Too wise to woo, bickering constantly, exasperatingly, charmingly, like Beatrice and her Benedick. But they got to have their day in the sun, in the end. And so do you: