There will be other days, there will be other voices. You will smile alone. The cats will know. You will hear words old and spent and useless like costumes left over from yesterday’s parties.
You too will make gestures. You’ll answer with words— face of springtime, you too will make gestures.
— Cesare Pavese, an expert from “The Cats Will Know”
Some days I feel invisible, then I might wish I actually were; So it wouldn’t hurt. But it doesn’t work that way. You have to be there, every day. You have to show up, each time. Down on your knees or on top of the world, you are there. All on your own.
معمولاً از آسمون مینویسم، از پرواز، از عشقم به بال داشتن میگم. مرتفع بودن. معلق بودن. در نهایت امّا، زمینیام. بندهی خاک، که روش قدم بگذارم، دراز بکشم. باهاش یکی باشم. و شاید همینه که تو داستانهای دینی ما از خاکیم. شاید ماهم مثل درختها، ریشه داریم.
