Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Labels:
ambivalence,
civilization,
decay,
direction,
doubts,
dreams,
drink,
existence,
freedom,
hell,
illusion,
life,
modernity,
time,
understanding
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Te spectem, suprema mihi cum venerit hora,
Et teneam moriens deficiente manu.
(May I be looking at you when my last hour has come,
And dying may I hold you with my weakening hand.)
Tibullus
Et teneam moriens deficiente manu.
(May I be looking at you when my last hour has come,
And dying may I hold you with my weakening hand.)
Tibullus
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