Greenway filmas - Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the Shore

You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that’s no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.

The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,
Little fish rain down from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
Steeling themselves to die.

Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems
When your heart is closed,
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx
Becomes the knife that pierces your dreams.

The drowning girl’s fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes –
At Kafka on the shore


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It's all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. In dreams begin responsibility.

Motif of Greek tragedies. Man doesn’t choose fate. Fate chooses man.