I envied these women I saw before me, their beauty still intact. Life has its revenge of life. Untimely death is the secret of eternal youth.

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?

I would like to be a philosopher in ancient Athens and a poet in ancient China.

The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered maneuvers and invited me to share in her eternal solitude.

Dying is so simple. A fleeting moment of suffering. In the blink of an eye you are over the threshold, into another world. No more pain, no more fears. You sleep so well there. Dying is like rubbing snow together, setting fire to a whole winter of cold and ice.

Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.

Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.