Our life, that is fleeting formations of quicksand, formed by one gust of wind, destroyed by the next one. Constructs of futility which blow away, even before they have formed properly.
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Cabo Finisterre. Finis terrae. O mar tenebroso.
Más allá no hay nada más que las aguas del mar, cuyo término nadie más que Dios conoce.
»¡Siempre derecho, más y más – nada!« rief er in eine Windböe hinein.
»¡America!« rief der Mann. »¡America!«
Cape Finisterre. Finis terrae. The dark gloomy sea.
Beyond this there is nothing but the waters of the sea, whose limits are unknown to anyone but God.
»¡Siempre derecho, más y más – nada!« he shouted into a gust of wind.
»¡America!« the man shouted. »¡America!«
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from: Pascal Mercier, Nachtzug nach Lissabon • Night Train To Lisbon
(The book quotes Spanish and Portuguese, so along with my English translation it got a bit complicated ...)
Night Train To Lisbon is a philosophical novel and a book within a book. One of these books I would like to take along to a desert island.
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I am looking forward to reading it.
¡Siempre derecho! : )
: )
"Mumme, Mumme" those where probaly my first words.
"No, No" those where my favourite words growing up somehow.
"Canada, Canada" where my words hoping for a new beginning.
My last words ... what will they be?
Love your words and thoughts though, Martin Starwatcher ... Always have and always will ... Because they are like food ... Thank you ... Love, cat.
Let us be content that not everything gets revealed to us. Thank you for your appreciation.
Bless it.
America?
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