No longer could he see anything in the distance,
No longer could he discern anything close at hand.
Slowly, slowly he dissolved
Into the night:
His night, flowing out from him,
Into which very soon there would
Surge forth
The stars.
~~~
For look, already a flicker
passes over our faces,
now they are handsome, now ugly,
now they are day, now they're night,
now they are seasons, now years.
---Sorescu.
"Gold is the colour of time"
01 01 11
third time lucky!
Why, when you think of pears, are you reminded of Romania?
4 comments:
computer is buggered. so can't see what I'm writing. how appropriate! Happy new year, everyone!
"how appropriate" haha - you make me so laugh (at times! :-P)
happy new year, bs!
ps. where is the bridge here? or is the bridge today, this particular day? so metaphorical? :-P
where is the bridge..everywhere!
but no, yes, today; today today is all there is. I don't know why, it's some quirk of fate but the first is somehow connected with Romania! two or three years back it was listening to Taraf de Haidouks and then a wonderful bus journey with ubo; today: these pears that reminded me of one your pictures. and then the chance linkages: Dean: Michael Hamburger: 'The Bridge' by ...
Happy New Year to you as well, Roxana. Hope you have a great one!
Salams,
b.
and now how strange that i think of it..there was this line i read today, can't remember it exactly, but it was really just about this: today! how spooky is that?! I'm sure i didn't write it down and will now have to surf the net. Hmm. but what a coincidence! yikes!
khair...
b.
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