Lost traces

 

Jules Dassin. “Night and the City”. 1950

“… He was always sick he could never play, he could never play
He's the first to admit that he made mistakes, he made mistakes
He had it in his grip but it got away (He had it in his grip but it got away)
It got away (It got away)
Blood in your spit every fucking day (Blood in your spit every fucking day)…”

Cuando se pierden los objetivos en el camino y ni tan siquiera se re-configuran en otras expectativas, el efecto sensitivo de derrota trasciende los límites de lo soportable aunque se puedan argumentar coartadas inverosímiles.