Nadim Vardag ãthe nightÒ
(250705)
ãWhen I awoke this morning
you were still asleep.
As I awoke I heard your
gentle breathing
I saw your closed eyes,
beneath wisps of stray hair
...and I was deeply moved.
I wanted to cry out, to
wake you,
but you slept so deeply,
so soundly.
In the half light your
skin glowed with life...
...so warm and sweet I
wanted to kiss it, but I was afraid to wake you
i was afraid of you awake
in my arms again.
Instead, I wanted
something no one could take from me, mine alone...
...this eternal image of
you.
Beyond your face I saw a
pure, beautiful vision...
...showing us in the
perspektive of my whole life...
...all the years to come,
even all the years past.
That was the most
miraculous thing:
to feel, fort he first
time, that you had always been mine.
That this night would go
on for ever...
...united with your
warmth, your thought, your will.
At that moment i realized
how much i loved you, Lidia,
i wept with the intensity
of the emotion.
For I felt that this must
never end...
...we would remain like this
all our lives...
...not only close, but
belonging to each other...
...in a way that nothing
could ever destroy...
...except the apathy of
habit, the only threat...
Than you wakened and,
smiling, put your arms around me, kissed me...
...and I felt that there
was nothing to fear.
We would always be as we
were at that moment...
...bound by stronger ties
than time and habit.Ò
ãWho wrote that?Ò
ãYou did.Ò
(Untertitel
zu: ãThe NightÒ von Michelangelo Antonioni)
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