Leylek havada

Adriana: I can never decide whether Paris is more beautiful by day or by night.

Gil: No, you can't, you couldn't pick one. I mean I can give you a checkmate argument for each side. You know, I sometimes think, how is anyone ever gonna come up with a book, or a painting, or a symphony, or a sculpture that can compete with a great city. You can't. Because you look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form and when you think that in the cold, violent, meaningless universe that Paris exists, these lights, I mean come on, there's nothing happening on Jupiter or Neptune, but from way out in space you can see these lights, the cafés, people drinking and singing. For all we know, Paris is the hottest spot in the universe.

Bıyığıyla oynaya adam gözlerini gökyüzüne dikti. Bir filozof gibi inceliyor şimdi şehri, sessiz gözlerle. Yorum yapmaya aciz bir ruhun sıkıştığı bedeni, burada, tam bu tarihin ortasında, şairlerin, ressamların, mimarinin ruhuyla bir arkadaşlık kurar da rahatlar belki.


By day or by night, I won't try to pick one, I promise. Gündüz Attila, akşam Edith Piaf. Neyi niye seçeyim? Heyecanı yeter.