Apr 21, 2025

Lamazi, tēphe huvi mar

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Lamazi, tēphe huvi mar


Uwal melut uwimi hasidal anad lam he hat, ade lilamim oza uwofi hohe atah nildis, id atu mewat uwtid i mino ut edinad hasidsit, se ofenag aninas hasid mehe eim hat. Uwetah ad utugan uwnad avi ahar evunabmi, anad ifirkay ohe uwgih at a ton ahaf utibtis idlanag lamaw, mihe ahwid e ebitag nilan hatah, idamad fefsih iliram tuktid a lal uwtatde.


Ut o medelat uwmim haţin ke ietay hēbe ohe arbe hahtay, uwanke konatsine kor idsim ahas ahtil. Ay inrit as fefsih ihe, tukzar efo disko kaj emefim he bir amke ha amogtil. Ay tat kimim hat mewpil, ay uwhe hasidor usvi emtih, ay vino on feskea malenag ehas limaf hutukim azhe uwusay hasidlas. Nonat aghat utkeviras ahnik e, mewhe uwdit hasidhe aktid e in iphay lisinta ohe tel ordiv:


“I don't want to be seen. I want to walk the loneliest city streets when it rains. I don't want to feel the looks, not to know who I am, to believe I am part of the warmth of a tree, the cold of a statue.”


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Ilaf huhe hesidtah zas orkelemtaz fibkim, yad idwaghis id kalahas asir, tukmonim ho lisidesinray apmi kumsin mediram at pēud ni vablit e, kumetah nikiwuh ho, matah alamtabmi kuni tikevi uwhe tukhim ey ihit. Yad kilafi mewhe uwut edbutasah atah ebza lamtut ahsih if he nisonat lalas eplatah, ut minad aysit hay tukhud ahbosi hat kaj bidwanenag kidwaman labmi kunid o. Idamut ram oputa ebamay di atah nur kumetah utig osid, hil zamiwan ebnad mewho uwitag hasidpidwe uneim isindas edi fefemalas talasanke odisad, li omiram halamus ahdu hetitay ebamoleim aţad nisat atnad a atmi ibe.


Tislalaza asiniram laleim ozam haritritnag. Ahlut tuklabmi ilanag mezanad alhat ahe, at akat obeēt o ilamad tukmiram okeras ebhe sidkout eza itad mugran, uwat hasidtah ef ni aghat udom arat, ahsin mat nike atsiktih. Ay araf elakmat usan hatrat umaz utas o abiamotay tatah hem sidton ahla zaptik, atde ahkim e atsikhe se:


“My eyes were filled with this dark mist coming from the river. Yellow lights floated in the mist as if they were eyes spying on me. I longed for a soft beach whose sand burned me. Instead, I am sitting here on an icy land, surrounded by a dark sea.”


Hēbe ahnisad uwsat hasidum, atah atsid elsil ak tifebifavi wemas zamimo tihas optih runut, ebhit as isintil, ay zi sinhe efa yad konras uwza ahaf eghat udbim emuneim. Az e mularim hef sidtih e ahritnag ata tunkat, a niho orkelemtaktid e ovilaf heţam ahsat, mel ni lamom o tatah asuhe tas mertay eleim nikon luneim. Tatah aras sidea ili uwon tukhakat itdin ad ahnis ho sim ase eras veyrit, am huvi sido hişi tukhas siptis e, miosin da mar ayas kaktid e, hi ebas a uţad mutad awdiţis ritsinlanag akey ahal pēmkil.


Ay al me aysan ho met vi ahsit idwamol oleim tifebtih as aţin gas hat, uwle itfebut mulamim efo atse himipmi ahmobim himo ohe kilmat lamalas edidwatay. Zad utkiz ah uwde tukha a yutlut, ebfesah him uwta dabelam, at ebasid tukaim ihe ebat laman tuksinas iho omlamas ayas nikaed hor ebfin sidak. Ami zamebde hami uwtuke hasidas ēd lal lihe mozadat, ahkume tas he hut re hetatela ehsin ag obhit has, ni etavi orlas o di usidiram emunatu ahmo.


Ebamad utlah uwmid e hasidpim i okat anopat tifesal unadrat gē ahnad ivu ahtas. Ifuwhat opmi uwaf al lamved azaf or ram siţas asir monag aghat kidam hezi, uwla ide anuphe hēvi mom alidwanag kudin uitah, utkuon bim unabmi ahe, himusnad he tonkit as delisinlas uwatat. Aktid e mis menal lisidma nontutlut, udtis idlanag utke itah. Uwlin ahe ramyem mar una uwor ahgih at meake uwli nikus tukan mesal ebnad febde, ota ahkamotay kilawan momokat hudunanag, asbim menad a ebnusad ahgir.


Ay da he tukahde itag uwrim as ahtas ebaktid e ta ki utamay uwovid kila tukmonag anutat, ahmal eritas mektid e, ahzi at pēliray uwak tukdi se memotay aţad ita uneim:


“All my past has turned to dust, and my future is a frozen sea. My gaze is like a knife tearing a thin curtain of gauze. A look that collides with nothingness. Not even dying gives me hope. To embrace a hurricane, to kiss a rough sea. To caress a cloud. To be born is to fall.”


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Ditde tunasidkat, ahlut molanag anad efhe efa sidris motay aţaf lakim ahnis melekmi. Lame elam ebesidkit, de hev humerlut if las heat aţit as ede eba to aghat hala. Ēpay de pēabmi mor hahe uwjasal dabutam utudelas, uwa olam ahe ebhe tukas ikat, ebe helut, ati aţit ar taf til huhe yad hat zaw hekap omo miy alhud ahtufenag usram utuza. Uwan hasida ita nikey hom zamut, ebno ahsunatinag ebhe atas a ayas zat ho ko etaf aklaled udidwal awde obhit:


“Norea, your race feels the pain of a death, for all that was said and that you now regret; for all that you did not say, for all that you did and did not do. A pain born of the impossibility of going back and making amends for those actions, those words, those looks. Your race, Norea, turns remorse into a sharp knife that sticks in your heart. We cannot help you soothe that pain. It's up to you to feed on it. Or die of hunger.”


De tatah uwbē ahal pēklabe itkuso nonhe utgim ibutas kutas fenitukunkat tahe anjil amfe mehtig atah uvin einbim i aţid az sunde az ha bentil.


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