Friday, 17 February 2012 @07:41
"How far or how close from me are you, Ingeborg? Tell me, so that I know whether you’ll close your eyes, when I kiss you now".
This is why I just close my eyes, each time your name blinks on my phone. Your words: a whisper, a caress, the lightest of kisses.
Thanks to Thamara, who loves letters, postcards, words on paper, words that travel long, before reaching you; thanks to her, here I am, reading Celan’s words from 1949. Words to Ingeborg Bachmann, the woman he wrote to for 19 years. Words of poets. But read how strong, how powerful his words are in German, the language of their correspondence:
"Wie weit oder wie nah bist Du, Ingeborg? Sag es mir, damit ich weiß, ob Du die Augen schließt, wenn ich Dich jetzt küsse".
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Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.