Footnotes in blue

ለይላ ጋር ሄድኩ አንዷን ኬክ አገኘው😊 ስሚ ቆንጅዬ አልኳት ...ትስቃለች ያው ወዬ ማለት ነው ብዬ ቀጠልኩ ፤ መሀመድ ዳርዊሽ ምን እንዳለ ሰምተሻል  !? > አልኳት ፤

< ምን አለ  !? > አለችኝ !

“A donkey doesn’t smoke or drink coffee. And it doesn’t write.” ብሏል አልኳት ፤

በሳቅ እየተንከተከተች ምናለች ...

< አላሃምዱሊላህ አህያ ያላደረገን አምላክ ! >

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አህዮች😁 ለምን አትፈነዱም ስትፈልጉ ቡና ማጠጡ ሰዎች ገጣባ አህያ ናችሁ😂

ቀን የጠጣሁት ቡና ማታ እያነቃኝ እኮ ነው የተቸገርኩት!

ሰው እንዴት ቡና ይጠማዋል ቆይ!?🤦‍♂️

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በሸመገለ ልባችን
ወጣት መሃል ተገኝተናል ፤

ሥጋ ለብሰን
ከመለኮት ጉባይ ታድመናል።

አውቀንበታል ምስጢሩን
... ውሉን ፤

መፍቻውን አለይ ብሎ እንጂ [ጌትዬው]
እኛስ ለዬነው ሁሉን።

„Der Schlaf ist das unschuldigste Geschöpf, und der schlaflose Mensch der schuldvollste.“

Letter from Franz Kafka to Milena (1920)

My dear Milena,
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is, and a sleepless man the most guilty. That is how it seems to me. When one cannot sleep, it is as if the soul were continually standing before a tribunal. The mind searches for something it has done wrong, or for something it has failed to do. One turns from side to side like a man who cannot find a place in the world.

But sleep—sleep is pure. It comes like a small, quiet animal and lies down beside us. It asks for nothing, it accuses no one. It simply takes us away from ourselves for a while. In sleep, the day’s burdens loosen their hold, and the soul rests from its questioning.

When I lie awake at night, I think of many things, and often of you. Thoughts come and go without order. Sometimes they comfort me, sometimes they disturb me. But they always return to the same point: the strange fact that a person far away can nevertheless become so present in one’s life that every quiet hour seems filled with her presence.

You must not think that I write these things in order to trouble you. On the contrary, it comforts me to write. A letter is like a bridge thrown across distance. Even if the bridge trembles, it still connects two shores.

For now I will try again to sleep. Perhaps sleep will come quietly and forgive the restless mind that has kept it away.
Yours,

Franz

መሄድ መሄድ ብቻ

ሜዳው ጫካው ሁሉ
የብስና ባህሩ
ሩቅ የሚመስለው
ኦና አየር ጠፈሩ
ደቂቅ ትላትሉ
ነፋስ የገለበው
ረቂቅ ዐፈሩ
ሆኖ የተገኘው
ሁሉ ሁላ ሁሉ
መዳረሻ ሳይኖር
መንገድ ተበጅቶለት፣
ውጥኑ አይሰምር
ጉዞው አይበጅለት።

ይኖር እንደው ብለን
ሁሉን የፈጠረ፣
ባገኘው ባስገኘው መንገድ የሚመትር
ይኖር እንደው ብለን
'ከ... እስከ' ማይባል
ስፍር አልባ ቁጥር
ይኖር እንደው ብለን
አንድ እሱን ፍለጋ
ስንለፋ ስንታትር፣
እሱም ሌላ መንገድ
ጫፍ አልባ ቁልቁለት
ሞቱ ለትንሣኤ
ውልደቱ ለስቅለት፤

ሄደን ሄደን ሄደን
ፈልገን ብናጣው
የለም ላለማለት
ሽቶ አለማግኘትን
ፈልጎ ማጣትን
በእውነት ስም ልንዘጋው
"አለመገኘት ነው አምላክነት ጸጋው"
ብለን ተማምለን
በፍጥረት አንደበት 'ምንም' አሰኘነው
ባለመሆን በኩል ፈጣሪን ሸኘነው።

የማንም "የብቻ" ማንንም "የብቻችን" ማድረግ አንችልም!

ግን ብቻችንን የብቻቸው እና ለብቻችን የብቻችን አድርገናቸው  መኖር የህይወት አጋጣሚያችን ወይም የህይወታችን መስመር ሊሆን ይችላል......ምንአልባትም ትልቁ ሞኝነት እና ብቸኝነት በዚህ ቅዠት ውስጥ መሆን ነው።

ያኔ እሷ ካስተማረቺኝ tongue twister መካከል ላካፍላቹ ብዬ ነው😉

ለተቀማጭ እንኳን ሰማይ፤
ምድርም ሺህ ዘመን ይርቃል።

ለራስ የሳሱት ጉልበት፤
በቅመሱልኝ ያልቃል።

ሙከራችን ሁሉ እንደ አህያ ስጋ፤
አልጋ ሲሉት መሬት ይወድቃል።

ከጨለማ ተወዳጅቶ የብርሃን ህልም እንደማለም፣
ያንቺ እና እኔ ታሪክ፣
እንዴ ፀጉራም ውሻ አለ ሲሉት የለም።

«...The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.»

Milan kundera ; Ignorance

To listen to Ephrem's "አካሌ" is to feel that the memory of love is not just personal.

It is temporal architecture . What we remember is not just someone we loved,but the person we were when we loved them and in this way Ephrem is not just artist of feeling but he is artist of the time it self!

This is not just Nostalgia. It is an epistemology of intimacy:a philosophy of how feeling,sensation and time fold into each other!

......."የማብሰልሰል ሚስጥር የሀሳብ ሹክሹክታ
መወያየት ሆኗል ገጥሞ ከትዝታ"

  

Connected beyond blood and bones
We made ourselves in our likeness
A predestined appointment of souls
Bound to end up in the same life line..

To discover the beauty in life
Together
To experience the ecstasy of it
Together
To lough at the gods and their creations
Together...

The primitive part of me is still in awe
With the similarity of our face and essence
Little do i know the arrangement we made
In the realm of spirits.....

We really buried
some fragments of our self
and created others along the way....
And some pieces of us died
with the departure
of close ones who help created them....

And there are some bonds
Beyond breaking or melting
Forged in the realm of the Avatars
A predestined Union of souls
Glad we found our way to each other
Old souls in a little earth....!!

Alas star dust
See u in the next relm
Then in the next life
Yes...!! You heard me right...
I am making this a habit..!!