Enero me encontro en Pilar, pero gracias a mis libros viaje a Turquia, Armenia, Grecia, Francia,
Alemania, Israel y Estados Unidos.
Te merecés que te la dé, vos más que nadie.
¿Y eso que tiene
que ver?, ¿merecer es garantía de algo?
Tenés razón.
ONE BY ONE all the old words we had taught them began to
disappear from their heads. They forgot the names of the flowers in Japanese.
They forgot the names of the colors. They forgot the names of the fox god and
the thunder god and the god of poverty, whom we could never escape. No matter
how long we live in this country they’ll never let us buy land. They forgot the
name of the water goddess, Mizu Gami, who protected our rivers and streams and
insisted that we keep our wells clean. They forgot the words for snow-light and
bell cricket and fleeing in the night. They forgot what to say at the altar to
our dead ancestors, who watched over us night and day. They forgot how to
count. They forgot how to pray. They spent their days now living in the new
language, whose twenty-six letters still eluded us even though we had been in America for
years. All I learned was the letter x so I could sign my name at the bank. They
pronounced their l’s and r’s with ease. And even when we sent them to the
Buddhist church on Saturdays to study Japanese they did not learn a thing. The
only reason my children go is to get out of working in the store. But whenever
we heard them talking out loud in their sleep the words that came out of their
mouths came out-we were sure of it-in Japanese.
Nuestra memoria es nuestra coherencia, nuestra razón,
nuestra
acción, nuestro sentimiento, Sin ella no somos nada.
Grief was a space nothing could satisfy, a hole no word
could plug.
¡No te creerás que sos la única que sueña!
Yo,
sin ir más lejos, me paso las noches soñando con el comedor de nuestra casa y
con todos los parientes muertos.
Uno tiene que acostumbrarse: se duerme con una
multitud.
«Si haces lo que siempre has hecho,
recibirás lo que siempre
has recibido.»
La generosidad es un regalo que uno se hace a sí
mismo.
No hay nada mejor para sentirse bien.
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