“Confusion will be my epitaph”

Cam ăsta ar fi motto-ul ultimelor zile. Vă doresc să încercaţi să schimbaţi ceva în bine în ţara asta, în lumea asta, nu prin petiţii online, ameninţări, revolte sau alte manifestări radicale, ci prin opţiunile pe care le faceţi şi acţiunile voastre de-acum încolo, prin felul în care alegeţi să vă trăiţi viaţa.
“Viata nu inseamna a trai ci a sti pentru ce traiesti.”, spunea N. Iorga. Cam atît.

King Crimson - Epitaph (In the court of the crimson king, 1969)

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one knows the rules.
The fate of all mankind I feel
Is in the hands of fools.

~ by blacketernal pe 31 martie 2008.