My novel has found a beautiful soul. How shall I write it? Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch … - Yasunari Kawabata

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...

She was afraid to touch the dictionary — Oki was even there. Innumerable words reminded her of him. To link whatever she saw and heard with her love was nothing less than to be alive. Her awareness of her body was inseparable from her memory of his embrace.

Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.

Una de las muchachas era hermosa. Llevaba un bulto envuelto en un pañuelo con un diseño blanco de mil grullas sobre un fondo rosado de crespón