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Håkan Lindquist

My Brother and his Brother

  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    A soft breeze was stirring the white curtain in front of the open balcony-door. The light and shadow were reflected in the glass on my brother’s picture, bringing him to life. He was looking at me, and he was smiling.
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    All I could see was Paul. And his movements.
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    “So it was you who put the flowers on Paul’s grave.”
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    I wasn’t really sure that I wanted to talk about Paul. You must understand that it’s hard for me. It’s still hard to think about him. But, we can give it a try. Since you’re here.
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    “Well, it just happened,” he replied. “I was just standing there thinking of Eternity and the stars and being in love, and …”
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    “Adam didn’t die. But his wife did.”

    “But the son, he died too,” I persisted.

    “No, he survived. But he had severe—”
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    sorrow isn’t constant even the first day. It comes and goes, like waves on the shore. There may be shorter intervals between some waves, but, still, you get a break before the next one.
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    ‘He’s dead! He’s dead,’ Paul cried. ‘All the flames … and now he’s dead!’
  • Achilles Zaznjomyцитирует4 года назад
    I can’t understand he’s dead.
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