Ουφ, ζέστη!! (Hot, hot, hot!!)
"Δεν είχε νόημα να επιτρέπει κανείς να του κυλάει σαν σκόνη η ζωή απ' τα δάχτυλα. Δεν είχε νόημα ν' ακολουθώ μαζί με όλους το νοσηρό καθήκον να χάνω τις στιγμές μ' αντάλλαγμα μιαν αθανασία...
Ο καιρός κύλησε σαν όνειρο..." (Ν.Ρ., Ο φύλακας των ψυχών)
"Down by the stream in back of 124 her footprints come and go, come and go. They are so familiar. Should a child, an adult place his feet in them, they will fit. Take them out and they disappear again as though nobody ever walked there.
By and by all trace is gone, and what is forgotten is not only the footprints but the water too and what is down there. The rest is weather. Not the breath of the disremembered and the unaccounted for, but the wind in the eaves, or spring ice thawing too quickly. Just weather....
Beloved." (T. M.)
Ο καιρός κύλησε σαν όνειρο..." (Ν.Ρ., Ο φύλακας των ψυχών)
"Down by the stream in back of 124 her footprints come and go, come and go. They are so familiar. Should a child, an adult place his feet in them, they will fit. Take them out and they disappear again as though nobody ever walked there.
By and by all trace is gone, and what is forgotten is not only the footprints but the water too and what is down there. The rest is weather. Not the breath of the disremembered and the unaccounted for, but the wind in the eaves, or spring ice thawing too quickly. Just weather....
Beloved." (T. M.)
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