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Ah, gençliğimin mabedi o sevgili nerelerde! Kaybolacak idiyse onu ne diye tanıdım ben?.. Kendi kendime: Çılgınsın! diyorum, artık bulunması olanaksız bir şey arıyorsun! Ama ben ona, o sevgiliye bir zamanlar sarılmıştım. Kalbinin atışlarını duymuştum. Yüce yaradılışı önünde kendimi benliküstüne yükselmiş gibi görürüm. Çünkü onun yanında ne kadar olabileceksem o kadar sezgili olurdum. Hey Tanrım! O zaman ruhumun hiçbir yeteneği boşa çıkar mıydı? Yüreğimin tüm evreni kucaklamadaki şaşılacak gücü onun önünde bütünüyle kendini ortaya koymaz mıydı? Yüreğin derinliklerinden yükselen ürpermeler, iki ruhun yüz yüze şimşeklenmesi aramızda her günün, bir alışverişine benzemez miydi? Ah, onunla her sohbetimiz ve iğneli şakalarımız dahil, her sözümüz inci gibi inceltilmişti, ben bunu bilirim...Asla unutamayacağım, onun ruhunun duruluğunu, sağlamlığını, onun o göksel yumuşaklığını asla unutamayacağım... ↗
The summer I was ten years old, there was a group of kids in my neighborhood who played together every night after dinner. I often watched them from my window…Every night around nine-thirty or ten, those kids would get called in one by one…I knew the first ones called were full of resentment. But they needn’t have been. Nothing ever happened after they left anyway. Things just sort of ended in a slow motion way, like petals falling off a flower. You couldn’t have people leave like that and have anything good happen afterward. Whoever was left couldn’t pay much attention to anything other than waiting for their turn to get called in. So, it wasn’t so bad to go first, to head back toward those deep yellow lights and beds made up with summer linens. It was much better than being last, when you would be left standing there alone, finally going in without anybody calling you. ↗
He knows that there will be days ahead, long, tedious days which have no real beginning or ending, but which run together into night and out of it without changing color, or sound, or meaning. He will lie in his bed feeling the minutes and the hours pass through his body like an endless ribbon of pain because time becomes pain then. Light and darkness become pain; all his senses exist only to receive it, to transmit to his mind again and again, with ceaseless repetition, the simple fact that now he is dying. ↗
