They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids; they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.
It is the omnipresent rush of water which give the este gardens their peculiar character. From the anio, drawn up the hillside at incalculable cost and labour, a thousand rills gush downward, terrace by terrace, channeling the stone rails of the balusters, leaping from step to step, dripping into mossy conches, flashing in spray from the horns of sea-gods and the jaws of mythical monsters, or forcing themselves in irrepressible overflow down the ivy-matted banks.
My goal was not to have huge luxuries. As a child, i wanted a house with a garden, which i have today. This is what i dreamed of. Id never worry about age if i knew i could go on being loved and having the possibility to love... So it isnt age or even death that one fears, as much as loneliness and the lack of affection.
The smell of manure, of sun on foliage, of evaporating water, rose to my head; two steps farther, and i could look down into the vegetable garden enclosed within its tall pale of reeds - rich chocolate earth studded emerald green, frothed with the white of cauliflowers, jeweled with the purple globes of eggplant and the scarlet wealth of tomatoes.
My goals were small. My goal was to become a big enough stand-up that i wouldn't have to do radio. I could sell out a club, which is like 300 seats. If i got big enough, i could sell before i got there, and i wouldn't have to get up at 6 in the morning to do radio. That was pretty much the dream. I had no idea i'd be playing madison square garden or anything.