“What’s there to find in a broken heart if not assembled pieces of love for a pristine start What’s there to see behind the curtain only things that you don’t know for certain” poesia di Munia Khan in cui si descrive un amore rovinato “I don't want to write about it at all. I want, you see, to think about it as little as possible. Hercule Poirot was dead - and with him died a good part of Arthur Hastings.” Testo tratto dall'opera di Agatha Christie, Curtain, descrive la morte di Poirot " From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as usual, innumerable cigarettes, ...; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid jade-faced painters who, in an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and moti...