Profund ascuns în cel mai îndepărtat colț al inimii sale, departe de ochii lumii și de Ea, Lisser ținea secretul său și era tot mai hotărât ca acesta să dispară odată cu el. Îi era din ce în ce mai greu însă... rămas singur, în ciclul neîntrerupt al gândurilor sale și urmând legi știute doar de el, își purta pedeapsa existenței sale... căci otrava i se răspândise deja în tot corpul și leac nu mai avea. Dar el nu era trist, ba mai mult chiar zâmbea! Știa că așa e cel mai bine... Își amintea ce îi spunea când ea în copilăria ei îl supăra: Într-o zi am să mor de inimă din cauza ta! O vedea în tot și în toate, așa mult o iubea... dar simțea că ceva nu e în regulă... de la întoarcere ea era cu totul altă persoană și asta îl speria... Pe una din cărțile ce vroia să i le dăruiască scrisese cu tristețe ce simțea sperând că totuși ea va observa...
" I looked into her eyes and therein I saw hopes and dreams and all the promises life contains. And though blind and deaf for a hundred years I would see her more fair than any poet has sung.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever."
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever."
Doar atunci când ea va înțelege aceste cuvinte el va fi salvat...
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