I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in it’s recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine,
I feel unsteady,
Like my love (Jeff Buckley – Grace)
O como diría el alemán…
La fuerza de atracción, a menudo imposible de resistir, del alcohol no está en el goce físico que proporciona, sino en su fuerza mística. De ahí que el desgraciado bebedor se refugie en el alcohol no porque sea un depravado, sino porque está hambriento de poder espiritual…