Impresie. Albastru inefabil…

2021:
campii de orez –
tablouri de teatru si
arta si picturi…

2022:
arta si picturi –
decor semi-efemer
pe scena vietii…

2023:
pe scena vietii,
fiecare orizont,
propria-i cortina…

2024:
propria-i cortina,
privirii ii devine
etern – (s)clipire…

2025:
etern – (s)clipire:
azurul cerului de
vara, efemer…

2026:
vara, efemer,
ma mai racoresc niste –
ganduri de iarna…

record of a night too brief – hiromi kawakami

*******

No matter how much I poured into the cup, it never filled. And then I realized that the liquid I assumed to be coffee had, unbeknownst to me, turned into night.
Peering into the night as it poured into the cup, I could see tiny stars and gases whirling near the surface, and down at the bottom, something laughing. In dismay, I took the cup to a sink, and tipped it so that all the night it contained would spill out, but as long as I held it there, the night kept on flowing, interminably.

record of a night too brief – hiromi kawakami

*******

The scent of her breath was like the odour of lilies at full bloom, and the sound of her breath coming out of her mouth was like a butterfly faintly beating its wings.

*******

The girl became more and more mixed and homogeneous with me, until in the end I lost track of whether the girl was me, or I was the girl. It was only then that I started to love her, and to miss her. I loved and missed something I couldn’t define, some combination of us both.

2021:
luna-capsunea,
in pasteluri fondante
indulcind noaptea…

2022:
indulcind noaptea,
culorile capata
iz de dulceata…

2023:
iz de dulceata:
dintr-o fotografie
irump dulci-priviri…

2024:
irump dulci-priviri:
Regina Noptii oare-i
Luna sau Floare?!…

2025:
Luna sau Floare?!…
cerul noptii inflorit,
intr-un trandafir.

2026:
intr-un trandafir,
cuvinte de dragoste;
oare va-nflori?…

2021:
ne indepartam;
si totusi, in privire
imi esti aproape.

2022:
imi esti aproape:
fire invizibile
inca ne leaga…

2023:
inca ne leaga
doua destine, doar o
destinatie…

2024:
destinatie:
cand zapada culmilor
se desface-n nori.

2025:
se desface-n nori
un cer cu soare – joaca
de-a fantezia.

2026:
“de-a fantezia” –
titlu de roman visat,
tren de vacanta…

record of a night too brief – hiromi kawakami

*******

When she sang high notes, flocks of birds took flight from the branches of the gingko trees. When she sang low notes, the earth heaved, and small furry creatures emerged from underground and crawled about.
[…]
the singer commenced singing. It was as if an immense musical instrument was filling the firmament with sound, or as if the melody of her song was swimming through the skies… In the next moment her voice had overwhelmed all else, and rather than listening, we seemed to be encompassed within it. No longer able to know the words, we were conscious only that her lilting voice was, slowly and powerfully, all around us.

*******

“Where are we going?” I enquired. The girl nodded several times, her eyes closed, looking unworried.
“Where?” I asked again.
“The night,” she replied.
With that, her head tilted downwards, and she fell into a deep sleep. She was carried along as she slept.
Now a part of the chaos, alongside the girl, I entered the night.

record of a night too brief – hiromi kawakami

*******

What was that itch on my back? I wondered. And then I realized that it was the night—the night was nibbling into me. It wasn’t that late, still only twilight, but the darkness seemed to have collected just above my shoulders. A black clump of it had fastened onto me, eating away at my back.
[…]
The itchiness became unbearable. I scratched frantically. The more I scratched, the more the darkness ate into my back, and the more the darkness ate into my back, the more I itched.

*******
o carte la care ma intorc din cand in cand pentru a reciti fragmentele preferate care imi amintesc cumva de Boris Vian, si mi-l aduc mai aproape.

2021:
si universul
isi imprastie, oare,
cerul prin ciresi?…

2022:
cerul prin ciresi –
primavara scrijelind
kanji mistice…

2023:
kanji mistice:
scriind secretul Vietii,
ramuri de copaci…

2024:
ramuri de copaci:
umbrela cu parfumuri
dens colorate…

2025:
dens colorate,
florile de cires ning –
fragmente de vis…

2026:
fragmente de vis:
iata cum se intregesc,
deschizand ochii…

kiki’s delivery service – eiko kadono

*******

‘I’ve taken a shine to you. Don’t worry. Plus, I think there’s something a little bit wonderful about having a witch stay at our place.’

*******

‘It will – witches don’t need much. You can see how simple my clothes are, and I don’t eat a lot. My plan is to just accept that if I don’t have something, I probably don’t need it.’

*******

Also, since you’re the one doing the deliveries, you should add your name. “Kiki’s Delivery Service” sounds good, right?’

2021:
ia-mi petalele
cu tine, prin orizont
adie-mi zborul…

2022:
adie-mi zborul –
vis fugit din insula
singuratatii…

2023:
singuratatii
ii sunt pavate pietre:
drum fara de flori…

2024:
drum fara de flori –
cu sufletul de mana,
prin primavara.

2025:
prin primavara,
punte inflorita, le-
gand: antiteze…

2026:
gand: antiteze,
ca un pod etern intre
lumini si umbre…

kiki’s delivery service – eiko kadono

*******

‘These days, witches don’t have to wear a pointy hat and a long cape, but the colour of our clothes has always been the blackest black. That can’t be changed.’

*******

‘Kiki, don’t get too hung up on appearances. It’s your heart that’s important.’ ‘Mum, I know that. I’ll handle my heart. No one can see that, though.’

*******

she was impressed that a single ray of sun could make the world this beautiful.

2021:
bloc de desenat
o mare de albastru,
si-un ocean de cer…

2022:
si-un ocean de cer –
printre bucati de creta,
carioci de soare…

2023:
carioci de soare,
linia orizontului –
nuante albastrii…

2024:
nuante albastrii:
cand cerul marii e – un
cer neobisnuit.

2025:
cer neobisnuit:
calea lactee – sezlong
de-ntins pe plaja…

2026:
de-ntins pe plaja,
castelul de nisip sta –
mult prea rasfirat…

kiki’s delivery service – eiko kadono

*******

The Secret of the Magic
A Note from the Author

Kiki’s Delivery Service was inspired by one of my daughter’s drawings. It was a picture of a witch flying through the sky, listening to a radio. Musical notes danced around her.
[…]
I knew I would fly as an author, because writing fiction made me feel as though I had wings. I chose to make the protagonist witch a twelve-year-old, just like my daughter at the time. That’s how Kiki’s Delivery Service got its start.
I decided one thing right from the beginning: Kiki’s sole power would be flying through the sky on her broom. With only one type of magic, Kiki would need to use her brain to solve problems. Overcoming conflicts would help her grow, add some ups and downs to the story and make her journey more interesting.
[…]
And as I continued writing Kiki’s story, I realized that even if you can’t fly through the air like Kiki, you have your own unique power that is equally important.
[…]
I’ve come to believe that everyone has some type of magic inside them. If a person can find their magic and lovingly cultivate it, they’ll truly feel alive every day.

*******

poate ca nu este o carte pentru copii (exista carti de povesti doar pentru copii? incetam vreodata de a fi copii?), asa cum nici ecranizarea nu este…

2021:
ciresi in floare
intr-un roz de visare –
semn de-autostop…

2022:
semn de-autostop –
furand pe ea petale,
cui mai e util?…

2023:
cui mai e util –
acum cand planul fizic
pare depasit?…

2024:
pare depasit,
ochiul privitorului,
de frumusete.

2025:
de frumusete
sa-ti fie insetata
mereu – inima…

2026:
mereu – inima
iti va vorbi-n poezii;
versuri boeme…

pro bono – seicho matsumoto

*******

Otsuka knew that Kiriko resented him and he understood her feelings, but he didn’t have the courage to try and set the record straight after all this time.

*******

He was not the judge who had handed down the guilty verdict to her brother, and he was perfectly entitled not to take on a case.
That was the logical standpoint, but Kiriko seemed to believe that the decision of the eminent criminal defense attorney Kinzo Otsuka not to represent her had directly brought about her brother’s guilty verdict. This had dealt Otsuka quite a psychological blow.

2021:
meniul zilei:
un platou cu nuanta
orizontului…

2022:
orizontului,
petalele din plete
stau oglindite…

2023:
stau oglindite
in duetul naturii:
om-sentimente…

2024:
om-sentimente:
cuvintele sunt frunze,
cantecul, culori…

2025:
catecul, culori
vocale, in sunete
atemporale.

2026:
atemporale
ninsori de petale roz –
sezon in floare…

pro bono – seicho matsumoto

*******

“There’s no point staying somewhere where you’re not going to develop, so I’m glad I decided to cut my losses and give up early on.”

*******

“Is it a nuisance to have me here?” Kiriko would ask Nobuko from time to time. But Nobuko would just shake her head in annoyance. “I invited you to come here, didn’t I? You don’t have to stand on ceremony with me. Stop assigning me thoughts.”

*******

“Stop assigning me thoughts.” – s-ar putea sa fie unul dintre cele mai bune sfaturi-reminder ever.

2021:
timpul transforma
vieti de piatra in piatra.
timpul transforma.

2022:
timpul transforma:
durerea in bandaj, iar
verdele, oranj…

2023:
verdele, oranj –
ca trepte in spirala,
furtuni de culori…

2024:
furtuni de culori,
iar de sub ploaia toamnei,
blandete tandra.

2025:
blandete tandra:
prin culorile toamnei,
briza de seara…

2026:
briza de seara,
alungand fierbinteala
unui vis diurn…

pro bono – seicho matsumoto

*******

He couldn’t escape from the thought of “what if.” It was the sort of pious self-confidence that came from many years of experience, which had, on occasion, enabled him to prove innocent a defendant who was universally considered guilty.
[…]
It was rather like the bad taste one had in one’s mouth after hearing of a patient who died in the care of a mediocre medical practitioner after having been turned away by a competent doctor.
Plus, at the time, he’d been in an awful hurry to set off for Kawana to meet with Michiko Kono.
It was partly because he was in such a rush that he had declined the young woman before listening properly to her story. Had he not been so pressed for time, he might at least have listened to the gist of what it was she had to say. He might have discovered some inconsistency in the facts of the case and decided to take it on himself. The majority of the cases on which he had made his reputation and worked pro bono had started out in much the same way.

*******

The white fog became steadily thicker. Otsuka watched its movement and wondered whether it was true what people said about heavy fog giving off sound.

*******

ce idee melodioasa de ceata (in)cantatoare!…

2021:
dupa ce ploua,
acuarela devine
desen in creion…

2022:
desen in creion –
o poveste osciland
intre dimensiuni…

2023:
intre dimensiuni,
doar soiuri de clarobscur:
altfel de simturi…

2024:
altfel de simturi
se amesteca in ghem –
de lana verde.

2025:
de lana verde,
din firul destinului,
crosetezi povesti…

2026:
crosetezi povesti –
din cuvinte uitate,
si stropi de ploaie…

pro bono – seicho matsumoto

*******

They were full of reports about the splendor of the cherry blossoms in Dazai and carried large photographs to prove as much.

*******

“XX Town is a quiet residential area located away from shopping centers and the more lively parts of town. It still retains a number of old samurai houses from its castle town days.

*******

o societate in care ziarul local este plin cu articole si poze ilustrand splendoarea ciresilor in floare…

2021:
“univers dragut” –
cu suspin indragostit
sopteste gandu-i…

2022:
sopteste gandu-i
idei gen, iar aricii,
brusc, devin iarba…

2023:
brusc, devin iarba
crescand alte zambete-n
ochi de primitor…

2024:
ochi de primitor,
binevoitor caut
Serenitatea…

2025:
Serenitatea:
in viata, anotimpuri
de acceptare.

2026:
de acceptare
sa nu te feresti; astfel,
privesti schimbarea…

2021:
camp de nori alerg,
dulceata de ciresi sa
ma-bratiseze…

2022:
ma-bratiseaza
valuri de primavara –
din cer ori ocean?…

2023:
din cer ori ocean,
roz de ciresi in floare:
un alt rasarit.

2024:
un alt rasarit,
ivit pe un alt cer, de-un
altfel de soare.

2025:
altfel de soare,
un ocean sclipind a roz,
un cer de petale…

2026:
un cer de petale:
asupra pamantului,
ploua cu parfum…

pro bono – seicho matsumoto

*******

A short, blackened cigarette butt lay twisted and broken in the mud. The crushed, mud-covered shape made Kiriko think of her brother’s situation.

*******

“You did come all this way to Tokyo. It would be a waste.”
“A waste…” muttered Kiriko, once the maid had gone.
Going out in the fresh air and looking down at the trains did not dispel her feeling of unease, which seemed to be encapsulated in that one final word uttered by the maid.
She tried to suppress it, but it wouldn’t be suppressed, instead resonating in her heart like a distant echo.
She had often been described as headstrong by her brother—her brother, who now stood accused in an unsolved murder case.

*******

“Then please tell Mr. Otsuka,” she said. “I don’t know whether anyone can save my brother. If I had eight hundred thousand yen, perhaps he could be saved, but unfortunately I just don’t have that kind of money. What I have come to realize is that there is no hope for poor people looking for help. Thank you. I am sorry to have troubled you. I won’t request your help again.”

*******

nu stiu la ce sa ma astept, insa le simt ca pe detalii ce prezic desfasurarea ulterioara a cartii; in plus mi-au placut asocierea tigarii arse cu situatia fratelui, vorbele – poate premonitoare, ale cameristei si adevarul trist al ultimului citat…

2021:
“ta-ba-ko” sta scris,
iar eu citesc plutind
in fascinatie…

2022:
in fascinatie
sensurile kanji-lor
se dezvaluie…

2023:
se dezvaluie
semnificatiile
unei departari…

2024:
unei departari,
scrisori de apropiere
dorul trimite…

2025:
dorul trimite
cuvinte de iubire –
telepatie.

2026:
telepatie:
cand sufletul traieste;
injumatatit…