امروز ۲۹ آوریل و ۹ اردیبهشت، روز جهانی رقصه.

برقصید، حتا با غصه. با همه‌چیز.

“We all have our la-la-la song. The thing we do when the world isn’t singing a nice tune to us. We sing our own nice tune to drown out ugly. Fern and I colored and sang.”

- Rita Williams-Garcia
- One Crazy Summer

#Novel #ChildrensBook One Crazy Summer, Rita Williams-Garcia
🌿 @booksandtrees

میلان کوندرا خیلی بازیگوش و بانمکه. پس از مدت‌ها دوباره دارم یکی از کتاب‌هاش رو می‌خونم و حس می‌کنم یک پیرمرد خوش‌مشرب نشسته کنارم، با جدیت حرف می‌زنه و با همون جدیت کاری می‌کنه قهقهه بزنم. 🦆

- همین پیرمرد بلا 🤍

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car
and you'd shift the gear.
We'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
to where we've been before.

I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.

I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
if it's followed by dying?

—Joseph Brodsky, A Song
@kmnag