They never put the endings in the books

The heroes remain brave
The seas remain calm
The sun sets so it rises up just as certainly the next day.

They never seem to make life like it is - once.

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We gather around old people
Who gathered around older people
To prop up our own image with wisdom and certainty
Merely propped up by even shabbier a foundation
But it all gets covered in the end

The world goes round, our revolutionary crazies
Take but a moment to become mandatory readings
After laws, procedure and order
And then there's chaos
Which does not care for nothing


Unpublished letter from Nikos Kazantzakis, few days before his death, for the Nobel (14 nominations) that he never won
“We escaped from Nobel this year."

After the death of Kazantzakis, Albert Camus responded to his widow, Eleni N. Kazantzaki: “I’ve always admired and, if I may, adored your husband’s work. And I also never forget that the day I was so sad and had to accept honors that Kazantzakis deserved 100 times more than me, I received from him the most generous telegram. Soon I was horrified to notice that this message was written a few days before his death. With his loss, we lost one of the last great artists…”


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Ascult country american
In pantofii bunicului cresc flori
Suntem una cu pământul de pe marte
Călcăm pe vise și tot ce rămâne e gri

Soarele ne bronzează în forme diforme
Ai-ul ne va salva
Vom avea fiecare rândul nostru de flori
Doar când vom evada în realitate

Cute puppies

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I guess we read what we read
Cause we're scared to be alone
Just as much in our minds and thoughts
As in our bodies and places we find
Each in other and each other on our own
- |
Truly what we see in the mirror
Never suffices without the lie
We tell ourselves or the lie
We tell others - that is the secret
Why we're always happier in an unknown place
We can never make out things clear as in the mirror.

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-well, you were the first one in the theatre who knew
-or, the first one who stood up

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Un friend request
Pentru oase
Pentru tot ce nu a mai rămas aici
"You can only be the man you are today"
Hope and despair are the artists
Won't find them in the painting
Life is composed of now's
Until they don't mean anything, because they never end
The right ending is the one that you'll choose.

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It's hard to live on duty sometimes, you know? 
And you know that better than anyone. 
Accurate. 
Do you miss her? 
Melanie? Yeah. Every day. ( Sighing ) I had one relationship for 15 years. Personal, intimate, and always our island. Mm. I just stayed on that island when she was gone. 
Yeah, I know that place.