The last interview with Brandon Lee

The last interview with Brandon Lee

I don't know and you do not know either,
how far is the wide infinite.
Do you remember the old afternoon?
Child’s plays, evening travel
Dirt-cheap lumbers engraved in your heart.
You don't remember how you did it.
Will you see the moon? Once? Twice? A hundred times?
You smoke your cigarette, the fume rambles to the sky,
today you are still, but tomorrow you will die.

15.06.2018.

Az utolsó Brando Lee- interjú

Nem tudom, és nem tudhatod te sem,
meddig ér a széles végtelen.
Emlékszel a régi délutánra?
Gyerekjátékra, esti utazásra?
Filléres kacatok, a szívedbe vésve,
nem is emlékszel, hogyan vitted végbe.
Látod még a holdat? Egyszer? Kétszer? Százszor?

Mégis az enyém az itt és a bárhol.
Cigidbe szívsz, a füst az égbe kószál,
ma még vagy, de holnap már csak voltál.

*Brandon Lee cited a couple of lines of The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles at his last interview.

“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.”
― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky