I was piece of the day and ran pardoned and unpolluted without shadow and
temperance; and you were moon and night, a silver fire, the face of snow upon the
world; and you remember well because we gathered the beach to the midnight dew;
mirrored foams, bubbles, glowing streams in the vastness of darkness; but for a second
only; this is the reason why I continue to run as before: pardoned and unpolluted;
added armor I introduce myself to the disheartened: you saw the woman, that one?
affirm that the face is of lime and phosphorus; and that the blaze of passions died to her.
“- She sincerely tried to fall in love again
but the memories did not let. ”
Men without women (short stories), Haruki Murakami
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