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 SpeedTag: 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 SpeedTag: love-bride-fool-gold-heart
Leave me now as one leaves a corpse...with regret, and memories, but without a second look.
John SpeedTag: corpse-leaving-memories-regret
The road is not certain, and the end of the journey cannot be seen.
John SpeedWe sleep in many tents,
John SpeedTag: sleep-tents
You are closer to me than my breath,
John SpeedI think we were very foolish, you and I.
John SpeedTag: foolishness
This is desire, daughter, the endless piercing that informs the universe throughout eternity,
John SpeedLife is a caravan, and on this journey we sleep in many tents. Tomorrow I shall sleep in a different tent.
John SpeedI 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 SpeedTag: love-dream-life-death-murder
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