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Est ubi gloria nunc Babilonia?

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Est ubi gloria nunc Babilonia? Nunc ubi dirus
Nabugudonosor, et Darii vigor, illeque Ciprus?
Qualite orbita viribus incita praeterierunt
Fama relinquitur, illaque figitur, hi putrieriunt
Nunc ubi curia, pompaque Julia? Caesar abisti!
Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.

Где Вавилонское царство вселенское?
Где сильных мира многоотличие?
Где днесь величие Дария, Кира?
Камень покатится, слава утратится, не уцелели…
Где ныне курия, шествия Юлия, пламени знаки?
Роза при имени прежнем
С нагими Мы впредь именами!

Where is the worldly empire of Babylon?
Where is the might of the rulers of old?
Where are the high days of Nabuhadnaccer,Darius and Kyrus?
The stone turns, glory fades, none shall be saved this fate…
Where is the Kyrie, the march of Julius, the signals of fire?
Only the rose keeps its true form
Our names are uncovered before all to see!

Bernard of Morlan circa 1140
(The English is my try to translate from the russian with puny latin knowledge)

The Poor Graveyard

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This cemetary is used for migrant workers and gentiles(in a city with small populations of both)it is very sad,small mostly neglected and lonely. I doubt it is in use anymore. It is adjasent to another gentile cemetary(WW1 brittish military one).


the ants remind me of 100 years of solitude.

“When they call me a ladies man I laugh bitterly,
thinking of the 10,000 nights I spent Alone”

Leonard Cohen

I watched “I’m Your Man” – it really shows how the field commander is higher by a magnitude then all who sing his songs.

Watched “Profundo Rosso” – so so.

I feel no need to apologize : here’s my organ

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A recess in a music concert in Augusta Victoria.It was lovely.
I found this film by accident in a Janloup Sieff book(I wanted to streighten it up a year or so ago).

I hear some people critisizing the way I conduct my personal life(usually from behind my back) – I say to all of you fuck off – I have a right to do whatever I fucking please. Loneliness and grief I carry within and keep private – I will not flaunt it.
DIXI.

I am depressed and slightly hung over

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HATS


80ies

“
Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold

I hold a mirror to my face
There are some lines that I could trace
To memories of loving you
A passion that breaks reason in two

I – I – I have to think and – I have to think and stop me now
If reminices make you frown
One thinks of what one hoped to be
And then faces reality

I wonder who started all this
Was God in love and gave a kiss
To someone who later betrayed
And God less love sent us away?

Sometimes I wonder who am I
Who made the trees – who made the sky
Who made the storms – who made heartbreak?
I wonder how much life I can take

I see at last a future self
Were you alive I’d ask your help
But thinking puts me in a daze
And thinking never helped me anyway

You always were so negative
You never saw the positive
You always stand upon the edge
And dream of what it must be to be dead

I know I like to dream a lot
And think of other worlds that are not
I hate that I need air to breathe
I’d like to leave this body – and be free

You’d like to float like a mystic child
You’d like to kiss an angel on the brow
You’d love to solve the mistery of live
By cutting someone’s throat or removing their heart
You’d like to see it beat
You’d like to hold your eyes
And though you know I’m dead
You’d like to hold my thighs

If it’s wrong to think on this
To hold the dead past – to hold the dead past in your fist
Why were we – why were we given memories?
Let’s lose our minds
Be set free!

Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold

I wonder
I wonder who started all this – ooh
Was God in love and gave a kiss
To someone who later betrayed
And God less love sent us away
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Lopu Reed – “Who Am I?”