Why can’t I be?

I like the fact that Murakami (Haruki, of course) doesn’t need motives for whatever he wants, whatever crosses his beautiful mind.

He sometimes seems so helpless, yet so sure about what he’s about to do or say or think, that it makes you wonder…

Why can’t I be this sure?

Surse poze: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Cea mai

Cea mai frumoasa e privirea conturata,
De negru si de gene-nconjurata.
Caldura din privire si ceata-nvolburata
As inghiti-o dintr-o data, toata.

Cea mai frumoasa e oja rosie.
Troneaza, sangerie, pe varful degetelor.
Troneaza sus, acolo, si nu stie
Ca vantul si cuvantul dor.

Cea mai frumoasa e-arcuirea
De spate tanar si de fata.
Nu trebuie sa-ti cauti tu menirea,
Caci o gasesti acolo toata.

Cea mai calda si fierbinte,
Ca pulpele si coapsele-adunate,
Nu se gaseste nici la sfinti si sfinte,
Ci doar in lume aruncate.

Soulsaver

Of all my guilt and all my tremor,
There’s nothing left but splendor.
The time that left my sleep alone
Has woken up to hear me mourn.

All shaken, but not hidden yet,
I have forgotten how I slept.
Instead of teeth and grudge and terror,
I sleep with eyes open in error.

I have no church and I forgot.
I lost my soul, holy or not,
And I am here, without the waver,
Just looking for my soulsaver.

Effort Comes With The Color Purple

Effort comes with the color purple.
I didn’t know that, so I was just staring.
Effort was staring back at me.

Dressed in my white, ruffled dress, I felt naked and alone.
In the end, I was just staring at Effort.

He looked back at me, his purple eyes lost in his purple fur.
“Well, how ‘bout it?” he meowed.

I blinked, a little scared, but all I could see with my eyes closed was purple.
“I really don’t like your dress” he said, licking one of his paws.
“I think you look like a farm girl.”

I couldn’t say anything.
“Let me show you what I can do” Effort said.

And then he proceeded in meowing while his paws and tail were bending and breaking. I was scared he was in pain, but…
“It’s nothing, it doesn’t hurt” he said to me.

So I watched the purple cat transforming, his limbs going in the wrong direction, his tail instead of his head, his head now becoming wings.
I was scared and crying, but my purple little Effort was no more. Instead, in front me there was this tall creature, with wings and what-not, eight-legged, roaring out of its butt and blinking from somewhere in the middle of its torso.

“See, this is what you should do when you don’t know what to do. If everything fails, take the effort and re-imagine everything. Meow.”

In the end, I was becoming purple myself. I was another effort, another try.

*Tema de aici.

Intoarcere

Ca si cum razboaie m-ar paste,
De parca in liniste nimic nu pot face.
Ca si cum din toata tarana ce s-ar naste,
Linistea doar tace.

Incremenit, tacut, aprins.
Ca flacara, lumina si strainul,
Toate-adunate, rasfirate si supuse,
Ma simt incet si nins.
De parca cineva mi-a rasturnat tainul.
Mi-am inghitit cuvintele nespuse.

Si peste tot intunericul din mine,
Ma spal, ma dezbrac, ma intorc in tine.