Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Where do the children play?

- I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They' re so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
- I dont know. One of these maybe.
- Why do you say that?
- Because they' re all alike.
- Oh, but they' re not! Look, see, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some, even, have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are this yet, allow themselves to be treated as that.

Χωρίς λόγια εδώ και καιρό. Και τι σημασία θα είχε αν μπορούσα να μιλήσω. Μπορεί αυτή η σιωπή να σημαίνει κιόλας ότι κατάφερα να γίνω λουλούδι. Μακάρι... η σιωπή τότε δε θα σήμαινε ότι έχω καταπιεί τη γλώσσα μου. Θα σήμαινε ίσως ότι έχω καταπιεί όλο το πορτοκαλί του κοσμου.

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