1924

Motto

The Great Passage:

Halt the Great Passge. I know, Mylord, there is no Love without Death. And yet, Mylord, please stop the clock with which you measure our decay.

TO MY READERS

This is my Home.

Beyond it is the sun and the garden with beehives.

You are passing bye, stranger,

Glancing through the fence, waiting for me to speak:

But where shall I start?

Believe me, believe me one could speak endlessly about anything:

About Fate and the well-wishing Snake

About Archangels ploughing the Garden of Man

About the Sky which we hope to reach,

About Hatred and Fall, Sadness and Crucifixion…

But above all, about the Great Passage.

Yet words are nothing else than the tears

Of those who wished so much to cry, but couldn’t.

Bitter, so bitter are all words

And therefore

Let me walk in silence amongst you

Cross your way

Eyes-closed.”

(Rendered in English by Constantin ROMAN)

Copyright Constantin Roman, 2011

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