Obwohl die Ströme der Worteuns unablässig überschwemmen,in den Tiefen unseres Ich herrscht das Schweigen auf immer. Khalil Gibran


23. 03. 2012.

Epitaph inscribed around the tomb of Edward, the Black Prince


"Such as thou art, sometime was I.
Such as I am, such shalt thou be.
I thought little on th’our of Death
So long as I enjoyed breath.
But now a wretched captive am I,
Deep in the ground, lo here I lie.
My beauty great, is all quite gone,
My flesh is wasted to the bone."





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