Status Updates From رسائل إلى ميلينا

Your most beautiful letters in their entirety as well as in almost every line, they are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me

I can see a road a stretch of road ahead, the road which is possible for me, and I know how far - probably unattainably far - I would have to be from my current position to deserve even a casual glance.

en la vida soy max brod

“Si pudiera dormir, como me hundo en el miedo, ya no estaría vivo”.

“Lasciami la speranza che se un giorno, nel bisogno estremo, ti pregherò di venire, verrai immediatamente, ma adesso è meglio che tu non venga perché dovresti ripartire.”

“one ought, milena, to take your face in both hands and look you square in the eye, so that you would see yourself in the eyes of the other person, then you could not even think the kinds of things you wrote there.”

“i can’t listen both to the terrible inner voices and to you simultaneously, but i can listen to what the voices are saying and confide this in you, trusting you like no other person in the world.”

mam tak stare wydanie (pierwsze) ze go nie ma nawet na goodreadsie wiec musialam zaznaczyc ze czytam inne…

‘I was reading my destiny inside your eyes without even knowing it’

It’s easy to see that you aren’t like this by nature, and I, perhaps even I am not like this by nature, but this has almost become my nature.

I can now see why kafka fell in love with milena's pen game

“My brain was no longer able to bear the pain and anxiety with which it had been burdened. It said: “I’m giving up; but if anyone else here cares about keeping the whole intact, then he should share the load and things will run a little longer.” Whereupon my lung volunteered, it probably didn’t have much to lose anyway” HAHA me & my gut

'And still I would be lying if I said I missed you: it's the most perfect, most painful magic, you are here, just as I am and even more so; wherever I am, there you are too, and even more intensely.'

I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands so quick, so resolute, it’s almost like a meeting; even so, when I then want to raise my eyes to your face, in the middle of the letter - what a story! - fire breaks out and I see nothing but fire.

I wish I could also read Milena’s letters to F.Kafka

Але хоч одна радість у мене є. Ви спали спокійно - нехай і «дивним чином», нехай ще вчора ви були «у нестямі», - але спали спокійно. Якщо вночі, отже, сон тікатиме від мене, я тепер знаю його дорогу — і прийму її.

"Aunque sólo sea para que exista cierto equilibrio, que en un rinconcito de mi corazón haya para usted un poco de enfado."

ESTOY CHILLANDO

"Aunque sólo sea para que exista cierto equilibrio, que en un rinconcito de mi corazón haya para usted un poco de enfado."

QUEEEEEEEEÉ

No se por qué me gusta sufrir

I have to take a break from this one since my next book is due at the library in 7 days 👏🏻

what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Dit is def anders dan een normaal boek lezen. Brieven leven is…. anders. Maaaaar nog heel mooi geschreven en begin er meer in te komen :)

“Meet me at Karlsbad eighth request letter”
Occasionally I look at the telegram and can scarcely read it—as if it contained a secret code, one which erases the above message and reads: Travel via Vienna!—an obvious order but without a trace of the terror orders always contain.

"miłością jest to, że jesteś mi nożem, którym w sobie grzebię"

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Uff, iba a poner lo pesado que me parece Kafka pero remató con una frase al final que CINE.

"O el mundo es diminuto o nosotros gigantescos; en cualquier caso lo llenamos por completo. ¿De quién iba a estar yo celoso?".

Ahora sí, he de decir, que es un PE SA DO. El flaco recibía la visita de un tío y "AY, MILENA, SOLO PIENSO EN TI". Encima (no lo leí aun) tiene un libro de cartas a su ex-mujer. Pesado y chamuyero.

this is getting painful

"I can no longer write to you as to a stranger."

"He was weak the way noble, beautiful people are"

I'm not saying goodbye. There isn't any goodbye, unless gravity, which is lying in wait for me, pulls me down entirely. But how could it, since you are alive.