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“Why was I struck by a chill just then? Why does it come back to me so vividly even now, that scene which seemed to tell of a very slow parting, that silence which seemed filled with countless words? As though I were being offered some kind of answer. As though an answer-one that was acutely painful and also a blessing-had already been given to me, and it was up to me to make sense of it.

„I felt like I was being kissed by time.
Each time our lips met, the desolate darkness gathered.
Silence piled up like snow, snow the eternal eraser.
Mutely reaching our knees, our waists, our faces.“

„The sound of the rain did not cease.
Something broke inside us.
In that place where both light and voice were absent, among slivers of coral that hadn't borne the pressure, our bodies were now trying to float upward.
Not wanting to floar upward,
I wound my arm around your neck.
I groped for your shoulder and kissed it.“