"Are you lost?" "Yes" “Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.” /**
My eyes were jaded, so close to the centre I could not see But now they are fixed and glaring at the sacrifice to be made Now that I'm aware of the cycles I pray that I can deal Now that I have shown you these cycles I pray that you can feel
In and out of the stray Taking the bait Feeling compelled to obey, betray The isle of await
Running scared from their thought Thinking I can summon some ancient truth before wrong Seeking my nature, our nature with fear of being caught Or have we been like this all along
The dawn of birth gives way to men Age brings dimness to sight as it must Death seals the eyelids on darkness once again Augmentation of the dust
/** cytat: Paul Bowles "The Sheltering Sky"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
