þriðjudagur, júní 29, 2010


How can one not fall in love with a land where you can name a male child Swan?

And why not. There they are on the pond, swimming with muscular strokes, arching their thick necks like stallions, dipping daggerish black-rimmed beaks into the water. A swan can break your back with his wings. Why not allow men to call themselves after these birds? Ask Leta -- she knows.

But I am missing my own point. The question is rather why we should not name men for the swans' other qualities: their grace, their weightlessness on water, their beauty and feathers and loveliness.

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