Haruki Murakami: Crònica de l'ocell que dóna corda al món -- Radiohead: Creep

<<Al cap de poc, però, el silenci baixava ballant i penetrava en els plecs del meu cervell, com si fos un insecte ponent ous. Un després de l'altre. Vaig obrir els ulls i els vaig tornar a tancar. Le dues foscors es van barrejar i vaig començar a separar-me de mi, d'aquell recipient que em contenia. Com sempre>>.

Haruki Murakami: Crònica de l'ocell que dóna corda al món, Barcelona, Edicions 62, 2011

Radiohead: Creep

Creep 

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soulI want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.