"I once asked you how long would tomorrow last. And you answered me... Eternity and a day."
"For the last few months, my only contact with the world has been this unknown neighbor of mine, who always answers to me with the same music. Who are they, what are they like? One morning, I wanted to go and meet them, but I changed my mind. Maybe it’s better not to meet, and imagine them."
"All passed by so quickly. This suspect pain... My stubbornness to want to learn, to want to know... Then the darkness... The silence around me... The silence. All made me believe that before the end of winter with the ethereal silhouettes of the boats, and their sudden breakthroughs in the sky, with the lovers along the promenade in the declining sun, and the hypocritical promise of the spring, all made me believe that before the end of winter... My only regret, Anna -but is it only one?- is not to have finished anything. Left it all as a draft, shattered words here and there."
"Why, mother, nothing happens as we wish? Why? Why does one have to rot in silence torn between pain and desire? Why did I live my life in exile? Tell me mother, why can't one learn to love?"
0 Comments:
Post a Comment