There you were, grandma, sitting on the sill outside your house, open to the vast, starry night, to the sky of which you knew nothing and through which you would never travel, to the silence of the fields and the shadowy trees, and you said, with all the serenity of your ninety years and the fire of an adolescence never lost: “The world is so beautiful, it makes me sad to think I have to die.” In those exact words. I was there.
translated by Margaret Jull Costa
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The man definitely had a way with words . . . Got to love it!
Yes, he certainly does.
Truly beautiful.
I’m glad you think so, too.
Beautiful and so true. There’s no time to waste.
Yes, I agree completely.