Nostalgia

Faced as we are with this destiny, there is only one world-outlook that is worthy of us, that which has already been mentioned as the Choice of Achilles -- better a short life, full of deeds and glory, than a long life without content. Already the danger is so great, for every individual, every class, every nation, that to cherish any illusion whatever is deplorable. The march of time cannot be halted; there is no question of prudent retreat or clever renunciation. Only dreamers believe there is a way out. Optimism is cowardice. We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who died at his post during the eruption of Vesuvius because someone forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one that can not be tak...

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) ...

   "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...