那刺眼的黑暗

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• I should say that there were different kinds of silence. The silence of night. It was a necessity for us. The silence of the companion who was slowly leaving us. The silence we observed as a sign of mourning. The silence of blood circulating sluggishly. The silence that told us where the scorpions were. The silence of images we ran and reran through our minds. The silence of the guards that expressed weariness and routine. The silence of the shadow of memories burned to ashes. The silence of a leaden sky from which almost no sign cound reach us. The silence of absence, the blinding absence of life. The hardest, most unbearable silence was that of light. A powerful and manifold silence. There was the silence of the night, always the same, and then there were the silences of light... (查看原文)

  ミナミ 2017-03-12 11:01:49

• I'm going through a long tunnel. I keep walking and I'm sure that some day, when I reach the end, I will see the light; it will have to be soft, because too strong a brightness would blind me. You will be there waiting for me, you will bring me bread made with your own hands, warm bread dipped in oil from the seeds of the argan tree. (查看原文)

  ミナミ 2017-03-12 11:01:49

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