Friday, November 28, 2008

Sometimes fate...

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storms adjusts, Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine,.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it may be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, wether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.

Excerto do livro:

Kafka on the Shore - Murakami Haruki

Este livro foi me oferecido no meu aniversário. Comecei a ler ontem á noite, absorvi me pelo seu conteúdo. Uma forma de escrever suave, agradável, de certa forma sedutora pois não nos apetece pousar o livro...assim que a leitura estiver mais adiantada darei mais pormenores de um livro que tenho a certeza vai ficar no meu TOP... bela

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Excelente presente de aniversário.