| Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi | Don't ask (it's forbidden to know) what end |
| finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios | the gods have granted to me or you, Leuconoe. Don't play with Babylonian |
| temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati. | fortune-telling either. How much better it is to endure whatever will be! |
| seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, | Whether Jupiter has allotted to sink you many more winters or this final one |
| quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum: | which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite |
| sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi | — be wise, be truthful, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes |
| spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida | to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have {already} fled: |
| aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. | seize the day, trusting as little as possible tomorrow |
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Carpe Diem!
Friday, January 25, 2013
Dearest Sis..
I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart.
I am never without it. Anywhere I go, you go, my dear.
And whatever is done by only me... is your doing, my darling.
I fear no fate... for you are my fate, my sweet.
I want no world, for, beautiful... you are my world, my true.
Here is the deepest secret no one knows.
Here is the root of the root... and the bud of the bud... and the sky of the sky of a tree called life...
which grows higher than the soul can hope... or mind can hide.
It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.
I am never without it. Anywhere I go, you go, my dear.
And whatever is done by only me... is your doing, my darling.
I fear no fate... for you are my fate, my sweet.
I want no world, for, beautiful... you are my world, my true.
Here is the deepest secret no one knows.
Here is the root of the root... and the bud of the bud... and the sky of the sky of a tree called life...
which grows higher than the soul can hope... or mind can hide.
It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.
- E.E. Cummnings
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