I can go by thousand tinmes and never stop.
But if I stop, I'm here to stay.
A girl spills some apples on the street. She is frustrated on angry at herself, but mostly at someone else. A guy passes, but woun't stop to help her, he isn't even staring at her like people usually do. He's avoiding her look. She finds that odd, but being too compelled with her own life, she lets it go and starts picking up the apples.
Few days later she is coming out of the store with bag on her arms filled with food. She is in hurry, then someone bunches her and the a bag of cottage cheese falls from the paper bag. That's the limit to her, she screams out, angry and frustrated, yelles a single curse word and pushes the whole crousary bag into trash can next to the park. The same guy passes her and hurries on, pretending like not noticing her. She sees it, but brushes it off as something just weird.
Not long from that she is still sad, but not angry anymore and is just walking on the street, when someone thugs her on the street in front of a bus. Everything goes fast and she can see the bus coming, but suddenly she is not in front of it anymore and she sees the same guy again, who had passed her the few times before. But this time he's holding her from her waist and tragging her away from the heavy traffic street with cars screamind either side. At the moment they stop against the fenche they fell on, the guy lets go of her and jumps back, shocked himself by what he's done. They stare at each other for a moment, the girl then turnes back and walks on, eyes huge and head filled with empty thoughts, guy's look stick on her back.
It wasn't that she was clumsy nor that he was helpful. Neither of them knew anything of a helpful human heart. But now they stood there, watching each other from distance and thinking empty thoughts, not knowing what to think in the first place.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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Selle sa võiksid ka eesti keelde tõlkida. tegelt, kui sa tahad, ma tõlgin ise. see on hea lugu, sellepärast. selles on oluliselt sügavamat, kui sõnadega edastatu. lõpulõik on tegelt natuke kohmaka sõnastuse või moraaliga (läbi kirjeldatud pildi), aga see ei loe. see on hea lugu. ausalt.
muide, et kui tuua paralleele enneloetud "Tiitliga", siis mis värk on, et inimesed kõnnivad muudkui üksteise juurest ära, põhjendamata, lihtsalt ignoreerivad üksteist. mõlema loo puhul võiks justkui tekkida, olemas olla kahe tegelase vahel ühisosa, reaalsuses nad puutuvad kokku ja võimalik, et nad võiksid ka päriselt saada tuttavaks, teineteisele läheneda, kuid üks pool või mõlemad pooled justkui kardaksid midagi, nad võiksid olla valmis teineteisega päriselt tutvuma, kuid ei tee selleks isegi katset.
tead, mulle tundub, et su lugudes on tõesti midagi oluliselt sügavamat, kui sa ise oskad arvata, aga ära nüüd seda kommentaari tähele pane. muidu kaob veel ära.
Sest inimesed seda tegema kipuvadki - nad näevad, nad tajuvad ja siis lööb mingi totter teadmine aju põhjast DING! ja seal ta juba jookseb, jättes su käsi laiutama, et mes see's nüüd oli?
Samas eksisteerib õnneks tuhat üks tüüpi, kes nii ei tee ja kui universum lubab, siis ei jookse lahku, elavad üle selle hirmu hetke ja avastavad kui tühine see hirm oli.
:P aga et miks need siin kokku ei saa... ma vist kunagi isegi mõtlesin, et neist lugudest võiks midagi saada, kuid siis ei teadnudki hästi, kuidas neid kokku viia. Jah, 17-aastase kirjutaja probleem :D TEadmised on, aga kogemustest jääb väheseks.
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