Wilhelm Bernhardt - The final word

"The past slips away and is lost, flows away like water, drains away like sand, and we hear the low murmuring of noise and notice how it is lost. I am the one seeing it, the only observer, the only witness: the dust on the shiny black boots, the tracks of the horses in the road, the swaying curtain in front of the window or the ribbon on the threshold; I'm the only one who knows about it, and if I did not record it, it would be lost as if it never existed. I alone hear, and if there were voices sounding from this darkness, the words would be lost if I did not listen and record them”.

 

he only observer, the only witness: the dust on the shiny black boots, the tracks of the horses in the road, the swaying curtain in front of the window or the ribbon on the threshold; I'm the only one who knows about it, and if I did not record it, it would be lost as if it never existed. I alone hear, and if there were voices

The past slips away and is lost, flows away like water, drains away like sand, and we hear the low murmuring of noise and notice how it is lost. I am the one seeing it, the only observer, the only witness: the dust on the shiny black boots, the tracks of the horses in the road, the swaying curtain in front of the window or the ribbon on the threshold; I'm the only one who knows about it, and if I did not record it, it would be lost as if it never existed. I alone hear, and if there were voices sounding from this darkness, the words would be lost if I did not listen and record them”.

Direct translation from: Verliesfontein, Karel Schoeman ,199

sounding from this darkness, the words would be lost if I did not listen and record them”.

Direct translation from: Verliesfontein, Karel Schoeman ,199