The Eternal quote

"In the beginning of the world, the Earth and the sky were one creature; and it was the hardest thing to get them apart. They loved each other so much and that's why it rains, because the earth and the sky are always trying to get back together."

Childhood in summertime
wet soil, muddy feet
Sunshine warming my face
shinning in my hair
Rolling down foliage hills
rose scent in the air
God was the sun
warming this little girl's heart

Rezo por tu belleza para que nunca se desvanezca,

el torno de tu piel que obtenga gracia a la inmortalidad.

I pray for your beauty so it shall cease to wither, 

may the surface of your skin be graced with immortality. 

Morning, July 6

My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine - Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to your with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I - My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o'clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager - and I was wrong. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road. Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties - Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be 


- Your faithful LUDWIG

Evening Monday, July 6

You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays - the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. - You are suffering - Ah, wherever I am, there you are also - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!! thus!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it - Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday - Much as you love me - I love you more - But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - As I am taking the baths I must go to bed - Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?

Good Morning, July 7

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I nedd a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.


Ever thine
Ever mine
Ever ours






- Ludwig van Beethoven

Quotes

"Experience is the extract of suffering."

- Arthur Helps




"Every harlot was a virgin once."

- William Blake




"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

- Oscar Wilde

Interview with the Vampire

Claudia: What's happening to her?

Louis: She's dying. It happened to you too only you were too young to remember.

Claudia: But if she dies?

Louis: It's only mortal death.

Bear me no ill will, my love.

We are now even.

Claudia: What do you mean?

Louis: What died in that room
was not that woman.

What has died is the

last breath in me

that was human.

- Interview with the Vampire (script)

Ghost Song

Awake

Shake dreams for your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day

And choose the sign of your day,

The day's divinity.

First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach

And a cool jeweled moon.

Couples naked race down

By its quiet side,

And we laugh like

Soft mad children

Smug in the wooly

Cotton brains of infancy.

The music and voices

Are all around us.

Choose they croon

The ancient ones,

The time has come again.

Choose now they croon

Beneath the moon

Beside an ancient lake.

Enter again the sweet forest.

Enter the hot dream

Come with us.

Everything is broken up

And dances.

Indians scattered on

Dawn's highway bleeding,

Ghosts crowd the young child's

Fragile egg-shell mind.

- Jim Morrison

The Heartless Swan

She is a swan and she makes much of her wings

she roams about in weightlessness

she belongs to the earth

Though the brightness in her face holds no illumination

her heart is slow

it does not wither it stays at flow

it is still like a stone

it breathes but merely to beat

her heart has not yet stirred

her white feathers are unsullied

She is the evening star in her own vespertine

though she herself does not notice these stars

there is no day or night dream

she is mute in the heart

she withers her own soul

Yet her body is fresh and unspoiled

free from all taint of what is lewd

her body and heart are unlaced

she swims by the lake

and in her ripples and unawares

Isis mourns for her loveless soul

she weeps for the heart she keeps

she cannot grant her the spirit

for you earn it through love

There is no longing or desire

no one that makes her heart throb

she is alone

and in the heartless swan

with her opal face and generous eyes

lies the missing spark almost livid

she notices no sky

there are no hot suns

or sanctified full moons

She does not hold the eyes

to perceive beyond the ordinary

It seems she's blind

she lacks the spirit

and she does not know

the fellow glory of love's splendor

her back is bare no baron to embrace her

She holds no need for love

and while gentlemen try to steal her heart away

she swims on by towards the sunny bay