In Fact Living Is Dying.

Military Men Are The Scourges Of The World.

Anguish Of Suspense Made Men Even Desire The Arrival Of Enemies.

If I Could, I Would Stop The Passage Of Time. But Hour Follows On Hour, Minute On Minute, Each Second Robbing Me Of A Morsel Of Myself For The Nothing Of Tomorrow. I Shall Never Experience This Moment Again.

I Told Myself 'everything Is A Being! The Shout That Passes Into The Air Is An Entity Like An Animal, Since It Is Born, Produces A Movement, And Is Again Transformed, In Order To Die. So The Fearful Mind That Believes In Incorporeal Beings Is Not Wrong. What Are They?

I Have Coveted Everything And Taken Pleasure In Nothing