Palazzi e Giardini

J'attends mon âge avec toi Et sauve moi encore aide moi Et embrasse moi encore À nouveau

On a changé le lit de place On l'a vidé avant que tu m'effaces Je me rappelle de ton sommeil Je me rappelle de ton réveil Maintenant qu'ils sont fauchés et tous morts On ne parlera plus jamais à Dieu

J'attends mon âge J'attends que tu m'embrasses J'attends la vie J'attends que tu m'embrasses

For all organisms, then, opposing and obliterating power is evil—it threatens to stop experience. But men are truly sorry creatures because they have made death conscious. They can see evil in anything that wounds them, causes ill health, or even deprives them of pleasure. Consciousness means too that they have to be preoccupied with evil even in the absence of any immediate danger; their lives become a meditation on evil and a planned venture for controlling it and forestalling it. The result is one of the great tragedies of human existence, what we might call the need to "fetishize" evil," to locate the threat to life in some special places where it can be placated and controlled. It is tragic precisely because it is sometimes very arbitrary: men make fantasies about evil, see it in the wrong places, and destroy themselves and others by uselessly thrashing about.

There are different longings. Such as mourning for who hadn't passed away. This longing is not worst, is not easier. It is just, strange. There should be a word, for the ghost, not from a dead inanimate carcas. But from the living and yet jovial body that is still alive, however the person is forever gonne.

He died with the words: "Long live to the King!"