Things are best that way, Deoga. Forgetting, not remembering. You Farangs become encumbered with your past. The past drives you mad. It keeps you from acting sensibly.
John SpeedStichwörter: rememebering-past-forgetting
Maybe he loves her. Maybe he wishes to have her forever, maybe he wishes that she could be his bride. Even then he might lose much to be with her-his properties, his position. But next to his love for her, what meaning do they have? He would be a fool to treasure dead gold more then a live heart.
John SpeedStichwörter: love-bride-fool-gold-heart
Leave me now as one leaves a corpse...with regret, and memories, but without a second look.
John SpeedStichwörter: corpse-leaving-memories-regret
The road is not certain, and the end of the journey cannot be seen.
John SpeedStichwörter: journey-road-uncertainty
We sleep in many tents,
John SpeedStichwörter: sleep-tents
You are closer to me than my breath,
John SpeedStichwörter: love-breath-closeness
I think we were very foolish, you and I.
John SpeedStichwörter: foolishness
This is desire, daughter, the endless piercing that informs the universe throughout eternity,
John SpeedStichwörter: eternity universe desire
Life is a caravan, and on this journey we sleep in many tents. Tomorrow I shall sleep in a different tent.
John SpeedStichwörter: life-caravan-tents-sleep
I do not dream anymore, nor do I sleep. My days are empty, my nights endless. My only thought is of her, this murderer. But despite what you say, she brings me life.
John SpeedStichwörter: love-dream-life-death-murder
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