«Γυναίκα μετά τον μόχθο»*

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
(Bob Dylan, "Not Dark Yet", 1997)

*ορειχάλκινο έργο της Μαρίας Παπακωνσταντίνου

the taxi driver

And I met this taxi driver who drives me around town
Telling tales of his back seat women
(Bruce Springsteen, "Jazz Musician")