janela

depois de fazerem amor, Ka vai à janela e fica a olhar para fora, a ver a neve cair.

“What are you thinking?” asked I˙pek.
“I’m thinking about my mother,” said Ka, at first not knowing why he said this, for though she had just died, his mother was actually far from his thoughts. Later, returning to this moment, he would explain it by saying,
“My mother was on my mind throughout my visit to Kars.”
“So what are you remembering about your mother?”
“I am remembering how we were standing at the window one winter night, looking out at the snow, and she ran her hands through my hair.”

Pamuk em Snow.
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