The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
When It Begins
I always loved twilight: it was the only time I had the feeling that something important could happen. All things were more beautiful bathed in twilight, all streets, all squares, and all the people walking through them; I even had the feeling that I was a handsome young man, and I liked looking at myself in the mirror, watching myself in the shop windows as I strode along, and even when I touched my face, I felt no wrinkles at my mouth or forehead. Yes, with twilight comes beauty.
–Bohumil Hrabal. Too Loud a Solitude.
Come with me into the twilight,
´cause there is nothing to fear,
we can speak about our wonders,
or we could spare a little tear…
Maccabros–Sehr schön. Haben Sie es schreiben?
Paige
Ja, ich habe es selbst geschrieben – I wrote it myself – but I think, the last verse sounds better with : or we spare a little tear…thanks for your german – nice to read it…
Twilight surely is a magical time
🙂 Agreed. That narrow window of last light.
Paige