Nostalgia

I remembered you wrong I remembered you strong I have severed all links, all attachments To study your gestures You shephard, you merchant You cold-hearted deserter Death is not a trivial matter Death is no trivial matter La muerte no es un asunto trivial And jealousy appeared Among a crowd of well-wishers And carried these mournful lanterns All gossip, all slander My sweet black childhood A secret son of europe In stern ordeals Our great refusal to fear La muerte no es un asunto trivial Mi dulce y negra niñez Un hijo secreto de europa Todo lo que hemos hecho Todo... He perdonado Todo... He perdonado Einmal vor Unermässlichem stehen ( Stand before the immeasurable ) Einmal vor Unaussprechlichem stehen ( Stand before the unspeakable ) Einmal vor Unbestechlichem stehen ( Stand before the incorruptible ) Einmal vor Unverdächtigem stehen ( Stand before the one who is not suspect ) I remembered you strong (Einmal vor Unvergesslichem stehen) ...

Lucifer walk with me  Lucifer inflame this heart  Lucifer embrace this soul  For I am fallen just like you I gave in  To life's bitter promises  Yes I gave in  But not again Lucifer embrace my soul  I've lost everything - all I love  Lucifer we share the dark  We are brothers you and I I gave in  To life's bitter promises  Yes I gave in  But not again Lucifer share this wine  Bitter and black like my love  Lucifer share my wine  One last toast before I go I gave in  To life's bitter promises  Yes I gave in  But not again

   My fears about the boat subside as the night passes. Wind, sea, and rain become a voice of pure wildness, expression of the enormous, powerful thing that was born far out over the ocean, grew and intensified, and now sprawls up against the coast. Someday a storm like this might catch me on the water and carry me away, but I love it all the same. What better way to vanish than into the dark flailing breath of a north Pacific storm?    I float toward sleep, drawn away from the fears in my mind by the comforting tempest outside. The great storm contains me. - Richard Nelson, "The Island Within"

   "I stood there quietly contemplating the clock tower, the low balcony and the tiny square. No one else was there, and it seemed as though time had stopped. Then a cat appeared and walked slowly and deliberately towards the balcony; it then stopped and lay down beneath it. A few moments later, I heard the sound of footsteps, and a man emerged from one of the narrow streets and came into the square; his presence there seemed to increase the stasis of the scene and he stood out  alone against his surroundings, seemingly isolated from them. As I stood there, I remembered another sight in the ancient city of Patan, near Kathmandu in Nepal, where there is also a square. The pagodas and palaces which enclose it have curved roofs which stand out against the blue sky and the snows of the Himalayas in the distance. The square is decorated with golden statues, and the buildings are covered with wood carvings representing scenes of love. When I was there, the courtyards an...

Here's an ode for you and I A chant and a love that never sway In the winter snow in the summer sun By the rising moon By the setting dawn By our will and misanthropy By the road left behind and what will be Through blood and tears And nights without measure Here's an ode for you and I A chant and a love that never sway In the winter snow in the summer sun By the rising moon By the setting dawn