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Some hear the voices within them with great clarity and obey what they hear. These people go crazy or become legends,<\/em><\/span> Tahca Ushte<\/a>\u00a0said. Others make the difference between their inner voices<\/a>. They only follow favourable advice. They see life, the truth, the way. Few people listen to them — no one hears them.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLoneliness<\/h4>\n

The solitude in which they live<\/a> makes of the most beautiful sky a black tomb. They fall from grave to grave, they sink into the shadows; no help comes to them, no recourse withholds. Strength is their bark, the rest is weakness. Their milled sapwood filters a little light that night extinguish to harm them.<\/p>\n

In the sun we rot faster. The light of this world is too dull to surround the pervasive shadow of a tight silver edging. When one of them goes out, a new star lights up<\/a>. Around it waste and comets form the circle to the planets and deform a little more the plot of the drama of the soul: eternal, bitter, literal ether, austere coastline.\u00a0<\/p>\n

These mirror-warped aether verses see their infernal dream become the future. In the world so conceived without anyone knowing, some obscure leech will suck marrow and sap.<\/p>\n

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Disappointed heart<\/h4>\n

And billions of lives for millions of eons will be lost in the rubble. Cheer under the dark rays. Your heart disappointed will be number.<\/p>\n

You are more closed than a trap<\/a>. Do you have any desire to live? To love? To laugh? What do you want that can open you? Do you still want to read? To write? Do you want to hear yourself say: come on, nothing is lost! Which snake bit you? What torments are due to you? Do you want the rope of the hangman? May happiness be returned to you? Life comes to the living, you must hang yourself first.<\/p>\n

When you have passed the heights of martyrdom, forget your dol. Enough yes but. Let stretch in you the energy serpentine. Here is the door at last, look!<\/a> It opens in half at dawn. The day will rise on your hunger. Ren\u00e9!<\/a>=reborn<\/span> You are reborn. Your death will take you from the land of the damned to the paradise of Aeneas<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Aeneas, the son of human Anchise and goddess Aphrodite, is one of the heroes of the Trojan war. It is sung by Virgil in the Aeneid<\/a>, of which he is the main character. Mythical founder of Lavinium which became Rome, he will be its first king.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

The Aeneid tells about the founding of Rome a very different story from that of Romulus and Remus, yet interesting in more ways than one. The twins Wolves, son of the She-Wolf, Remus de Reims to anoint his brother Romulus, whose first name is Little Rome. Or little Rom? History is the science of things that repeat themselves…<\/p>\n

History doesn\u2019t repeat itself, it stutters.<\/p>