Excerpts from
Days with Diam or Life at Night
By Svend Åge Madsen
SA
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"She twirls the heart I´m wearing round my neck. She gives me a look of playful reproach.
"No, you drive," I say. She loves to drive my car.
We change places. Although it´s a small car, we can manage without getting out.
Now I have both hands free. I know no one who accepts them as readily as she. She has a mole on her cheek that can only be seen from the passenger side.
When I touch it she smiles. She turns her head and looks happily at me.
During the drive she has no time to look in the mirror, so I try a couple of times to tell her how beautiful she is. I don´t succeed.
I kiss her hand, and that, too, makes her smile.
Is she really as happy about this as I?
It has begun to grow light when we reach the cottage. She runs indoors and lies down, tired, on the bed.
She is so lovely that my thoughts come to a standstill.
"Oh, you´re so beautiful," I say, snuggling my head close to hers.
"Is that the only reason why I´m lying here?"
I hesitate, not knowing what to reply.
Translated by W. Glyn Jones
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