where?
island. We're going diving, visiting the ancient capital, and then climbing up the cliffs and yelling at passing ships.
How much do you know about the ancient capital?
Grandpa said that it was prosperous at first, but then it sank due to an earthquake and slept on the seabed for centuries. When the morning star missed the earth and stopped spinning, it would float to the surface and just go down. At this point everything will stand still, including time.
What is time?
Grandpa said it was a child playing with sandbags at the beach, can you come?
Lately, the only connection I have with the world is facing a stranger who responds to me with the same song. Who is he? what kind of person? I wanted to go to him, but I dismissed the idea. Instead of knowing, I might as well imagine that maybe he is also lonely, maybe a little girl, playing with the unknown before going to school. It all happened so fast, the pain was congealing, I insisted on knowing what was going on, and then the darkness...the silence around, the silence...
September 20, 1966 When
I woke up, you were still asleep, and I looked around You, are you dreaming, Alexander? You moved your hands as if looking for me. Eyelashes trembled, fell back to sleep, sweat dripped from your brows, flowed, baby sobbed softly, the door creaking, I came to the porch, crying... I really want to keep this moment, let It cannot fly away like a taxidermy butterfly.
Wandering little birds mourn in
a foreign land Lucky foreign land, I miss you
Kofura, my little flowers
will rot when apples are
sent, roses will wither,
white grapes will crush
me, send my tears...
Oh! Sellin! It's a pity I can't go with you
! Sellin! I'm so scared,
oh! Sellin! The ocean is so vast, where will you go? Where are we going? Even if there are dangerous peaks and mountains, police and soldiers, we have never backed down. Now I face the endless ocean. At night, I see my mother and stand at the door sadly. At that time, the snow-covered bells of the mountains on Christmas Eve rang. I hope I can hear you talk about those ports. Marseille, Nabesler, and the vast world, oh! Sellin! , talk about this world, oh! Sellin! Say it
! Sellin! oh! Sellin!
Mom, why? Why do things always go wrong? Why? Why must we stink, hovering between pain and desire? Why am I wandering all my life? Why do I have the rare opportunity to speak my native language so that I can feel at home? When I can still retrieve the lost or forgotten words from the silence, will my footsteps echo home again? Mom, why...why don't we know how to love?
The last clear morning star at dawn / Heralds the coming of the scorching sun / The fog and shadows do not dare to damage / The cloudless sky / A breeze blows happily / Caressing the face under the sky / As if whispering into the depths of the soul / Life is sweet / Life is sweet
tell me! How long will it last tomorrow?
Time is up?
I write to you by the sea, and once and for all, I write to you, I speak to you, when... When you think of this day occasionally, remember, I stare at it with all my body, I caress it eagerly, I'm here waiting for you trembling, give me this day!
what is tomorrow - One more day than ever.
Tonight I'm going to the other side/Bring back the words for you again/And you're here/Everything is waiting, for the truth/For the truth...
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