KUUBA LUULETAJA REINALDO ARENASE VIIMANE KIRI

New York, December 7, 1990

Dear friends:

Due to my delicate state of health and to the terrible emotional depression it causes me not to be able to continue writing an struggling for the freedom of Cuba, I am ending my life. During the past few years even though I felt very ill, I have been able to finish my literary work, to which I have devoted almost thirty years. You are the heirs of all my terrors, but also of my hope that Cuba will soon be free. I am satisfied to have contributed, though in a very small way, to the triumph of this freedom. I end my life voluntarily because I cannot continue working. Persons near me are in no way responsible for my decision. There is only one person I hold accountable: Fidel Castro. The sufferings of exile, the pain of being banished from my country, the loneliness, and the diseases contracted in exile would probably never have happened if I had been able to enjoy freedom in my country.

I want to encourage the Cuban people out of the country as well as on the island to continue fighting for freedom. I do not want to convey to you a message of defeat but of continued struggle and of hope.

Cuba will be free. I already am

(signed) Reinaldo Arenas

Catch the sun before its gone.
Catch the sun before.....you have missed it all.

My devilish lost friend told me one fine evening something as I asked whether she likes losing things:" well...sometimes you have to loose something before finding it and if no one looses anything theres nothing to find...So I guess we just have to loose when its our time to do that and hope that some day we will find also something.If not, theres not much to loose in the end and thats bad situation."

Somehow is smart and foolish at the same time and also very confident.


What else could I say....

Härra Kägu.
Vahel magas ta pargis ja vahel rannapaviljonis.
Vaene ta ei olnud.
Süüa jaksas osta, aga naist ei olnud ja riideid parandas nii kuidas juhtus.
Vahel kui vihma sadas ja ta kingad veest lirtsusid kutsus turske kohvikuomanik ta oma söögikohta inimesi lõbustama.
Aga selle asemel, et mängida akordionil reipalt Hämeenlinna valssi nagu tavaliselt laupäeva hommikul turuväljakul,selle asemel proovis härra Kägu tavaliselt midagi väga kurba mängida.

Ja laulis müriseval häälel midagi põldlõokestest ja pilvetupsudest.
Kuidas põldlõoke tiirutas viljapõldude kohal ja nägi hunte lambaid murdmas.

Kui kelleltki kohvikus küsida,kas oli kurb laul,siis inimesed noogutavad ja on korraga väga ehmunud.
Nagu oleks neil kõigil midagi varjata ja akordionimäng vaid summutaks nende sisemist ängistust.

SIBELIUS

My letters would give an entirely false picture of me. They always take on the tone that is best suited to the recipient.
(In personal recollections by Sibelius's secretary, Santeri Levas, 1960)

This is a strange diary. The mirror of a sensitive soul or – if you wish – a spittoon. I will definitely never become the great composer that I and Aino dreamt I would be.
(Diary, 11th February 1915)

I am related to the wading birds; they too live without a clock as I have done during long periods of my life.
(To Jussi Jalas, 13th June 1943)

Jean Sibelius





MA KAOTASIN OMA KELLA.
IMELIKUL KOMBEL EI TUNNE MA SELLEST PUUDUST.

anton n






kustmasain:
http://www.sibelius.fi/english/omin_sanoin/ominsanoin_11.htm

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Moscow - Vladivostock:

this is the longest train ride of them all - 9,258 km or 6,152 miles. This is called the 'Trans Siberia Express' and the journey takes 7 days.


Dear passengers U are not moving anywhere.
This is an illusion.


Everything is.