When I’m sixty-four

When I get older losing my hair

Many years from now

Will you still be sending me a Valentine

Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too

And if you say the word

I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse

When your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds

Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage

In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear

We shall scrimp and save

Grandchildren on your knee

Vera, Chuck and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line

Stating point of view.

Indicate precisely what you mean to say

Yours sincerely, wasting away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form

Mine for evermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?

(Lennon/McCartney)

Pim

A mezzanotte eravamo ancora nel ristorante greco… con la candela quasi liquefatta sul collo della bottiglia, a raccontarci tutto… Avevo l’impressione di doverle dire una cosa. A mezzanotte e mezzo si era scostata il ciuffo, per guardarmi meglio, io le avevo puntato contro l’indice tenendo il pollice alzato e le avevo fatto: “Pim”. “È strano”, aveva detto, “anch’io”. Così eravamo diventati carne di una sola carne, e da quella sera per lei ero stato Pim.

(Umberto Eco, Il pendolo di Foucault)