Ainda sobre a inquietude

 Inquietos: um filme belo, ou todos aqueles que deixaram alguma coisa por dizer.

As I write this letter the ocean breeze feels cool in my skin . The very ocean is soon to be my grave. It tells me I will die a hero, that the safety and the honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right. My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home, I wish I were holding your hand, I wish I were telling that I have loved you, and only you, since I was a boy, but I'm not. I see now that death is easy, it is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies. I will instead see your eyes, like black rocks frozen in green water. They tell us that we must scream banzai, as we plunge into our target. I will, instead, whisper your name and in death as in life I will remain forever yours.*

Hiroshi Takahashi.

  

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* Transcrição minha da carta final do filme Inquietos (Restless, 2011). Correção feita por V.