| Popis: |
room, a radiance around its head like a halo. Did it want to torment or console me, shortening on purpose the wick of my sleep-lamp? Rock me? Irritate me? Soothe me? Upset me? Obligate me in any way? Well, did it want anything at all? Perhaps at an hour when my pupil contracted infinitesimally, it entered like a passerby in search of shelter, rested awhile and, sensing that it was enough, girded itself and departed without further ado just as it had come some time ago. It left me to breathe its unmawkish kindness, freshness without bite, an even fire, a fire that does not destroy, a colorful sobriety; a voice, everywhere for a brother, a sister; bright indifference; the all is indeed one all one alone. |
