Leonard Cohen: A Singer Must DieCELJE / sonetni venec I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I′d sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He′d tousle my hair and say son take a good look around This is your hometown Bruce Springsteen: My HometownI.
Ko se na Lavi jutro naredi, je to prizor za pesnika: obraz neba se s sinjebelo obrobljenimi očmi nad Bangladeš zaspano prismehlja. Poštarja slišim, ko nekje brni danes bo zgoden, je že čisto blizu.