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 just before she gave birth 出産の直前

虹色の7つの渦に架かる白い橋を渡るとき、誰もがハンドルを握りしめていた。その橋はまるで光沢のない上質な布のようで簡単に滑ってしまいそうだった。そしてその渦は、人それぞれが思う普遍的な宇宙だとも言われていた。

「あの子ね、黄色いビーズだけ持ってきたのよ。キルティングバッグの中にね。」

振り向くととても元気で白檀と、蜂蜜の良い香りのする白髪の女性が、その息子らしき人物と話していた。

「あなたのことを話しているのではないのよ。最後から2番目の列を編み終える時どうしても完成図が頭に浮かんできてしまうの。」

「別にいいのではないかな。」

「皆そういうのだけれど..。」

「ああ、あの部屋には影が住んでいなかったものね。」

「そうなの。文字のポスターとかタイポグラフィーが嫌なのよ。暗い中に白くなにかが少し何か浮かぶような。」

「それはここでは言わない方がいいよ。」

「本当に何が起きるか分からないのに、そういったものは、そう言った完成図は1番大切なものを傷つけるのよ。だって向こうは、わたし自身だって何がなんだかいつだってわからないのに。」

「お祖父さんも不思議な魅力で片付けてしまうから、お母さんのことをね、そう言った形容詞は二つまでで終わらせるのが礼儀って世界もあるね。」

「両手で顔を包み込んでいるようで、視線の先を選ばされるなんて嫌なのよ。頬杖は自分でつきたい。」

「そうだね。多分。」



There was a white bridge that spanned seven rainbow-colord whirlpools. Everyone had fast gripped the steering wheel as they crossed the bridge, which was like a fine, lusterless fabric so that it nearly slipped.It was also said that the vortex is the universal universe that each person thinks of.


 "She brought only yellow beads. In the pocket of her quilted handbag."

 One of Imposter turned around to see a very energetic, white-haired woman smelling of sandalwood and honey, talking to someone who looked like her son.           

  " That’s not about you. “she said. “When I finish knitting the second-to-last row, I can't help but picture the finished product in my mind."

  "So, isn’t it ok? ”

  "We all do that,...”

  "Oh, there were no shadows living in that room, were there?”

  "No. I hate text posters or typography, it is like a slight figures in the dark.”

  "You don't wanna talk about that here.”

  "You really don't know what's going to happen, but these things, these finished pictures, they hurt the most important thing. You don't really know what's going to happen, but that kind of completion hurts the most important thing, because they don't always know what's going on with me.”

  "In some circles, it's polite to limit yourself to two adjectives about something, because grand father said to you also has a strange fascination with you.”

    "Perhaps, I don't want to be forced to choose where I look, like I have two hands wrapped around my face. I want my own cheekbones."

  "Right..“


By the medium necks


Thank you so much for looking through this.

I hope you are well.


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