129. Now
It's only now that counts,
this fearful moment of so ominously constant truth,
in which we make our present and the future
and create our history and take care of the past,
and nothing stands outside this momentous intriguing hour
in which universal destinies are solemnly determined
and lives and fates stand not a chance of being saved
if they can not live up to the importance of the present.
Here you have me in your favour for the present loving you,
and honestly I pray to God that it may last forever.
That, however, is not in our power for the present to decide,
but let's at least be happy for the present hour
and perhaps succeed in keeping up our happiness
so that it might spite history to outlive time.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-29 at 10:15
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