* S - esse *

- breakfast at tiffany's -

alla fine, tutto ciò che vorrei

è trovare il nome per Gatto,

ora che anche il guerriro non c'è.

e non sarebbe uno scappare,

sarebbe solo un imparare a volare, probabilmente.

“…

Poor old Cat. Poor slob. Poor slob without a name. We're just a couple of no name slobs. We don't belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. I don't have the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is, but I know what it's like. It's like Tiffany's”

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