Pigs on the wing I, II

I.

If you didn't care what happened to me,
and I didn't care for you,
we would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
and watching for pigs on the wing.


II.

You know that I care what happens to you,
and I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
or the weight of the stone,
now that I've found somewhere safe
to bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
a shelter from pigs on the wing.

/Pink Floyd

Jag lyssnar. Till musik, till mitt hjärta, till andra människor, till tystnaden och till vinden. Till kärleken och vintermörkret. Jag lyssnar och filtrerar bort bruset. Oupphörligt. Det är mitt livs pulserande andetag.