• “We could never subject ourselves to traditions, or blind our living future to feats already defunct.”
• “A tradition is a past that counterfeits the present.”
• “Nationalism always appears in history as a sign of decadence.”

I.

• “The source of that strange unease weighing upon my shoulders, that dull anxiety pervading me.”
• “This is what the Mediterranean is: this smell or scent which it is pointless to express - we all feel it with our skin.“

II.

• “The doctrine seems to have retreated before the land; and it is a miracle of the Mediterranean to allow men who think hu...

• kill your thoughts, don't trying to seek for exactly how life is
• to be honest that life is absurd until the end, and do not create anything "meaningful" for them
• accept the absurdity of life

Obsession

(...)

How i would like you, Night! without those star

Whose light speaks a language i know!

For i seek emptiness, darkness, and nudity!

But the darkness is itself a canvas

Upon which live, springing from my eyes by thousands,

Beings with understanding looks, who have vanished.

Like angels with bright savage eyes

I will come treading phantom-wise

Hither where thou art wont to sleep,

Amid the shadows hollow and deep.

And I will give thee, my dark one,

Kisses as icy as the moon,

Caresses as of snakes that crawl

In circles round a cistern's wall.

When morning shows its livid face

There will be no-one in my place,

And a strange cold will settle here

Others, not knowing what thou art,

May think to reign upon thy heart

With tenderness; I trust to fear.

translated by George Dillon, 1936

[ver 1]

There was a time

When I could breathe my life into you

One by one

Your pale fingers started to move

And I touched your face

And all that was erased

You smiled like an angel

Fallen from grace

[ver 2]

You kissed my lips

With those once-cold fingertips

You brought me back to life

Life

All things come to and end

We don't have to pretend

To be fall asleep

Just to wake up again