Anyone who tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you will keep it forever. That is what the forest taught me...that you will never be mine and that is why I will never lose you. translated from Portuguese to English ....a quote from Paulo Coelho. Friedenshaus, the 9th of November, 2014 It is now 9 am in the morning...a Sunday morning that keeps the brilliance of the sun partially hidden behind gray clouds... The quote above ....you will never be mine and that is why I will never lose you... arrested my attention and kept my thoughts temporarily imprisoned in the depth of its words that contradict. I found it disturbing. Listlessly, I pulled out one of my diaries from my book case and opened it. The page containing Dr. Jose Rizal´s TAGEBÜCHER came into view and hence, I now copy it in its English translation...staying true to its form and words: 1st January 1883 Night. I don´t know what vague melancholy, an indefinable loneliness smothers my soul. It is similar to the profound sadness that cities manifest after a tumultuous rejoicing, to a city after the happiest celebration. Two nights ago, that is, 30 December, I had a frightful nightmare when I almost died. I dreamed that, imitating an actor dying on the stage, I felt vividly that my breath was failing and I was rapidly losing my strength. Then my vision became dim and dense darkness enveloped me - they were the pangs of death. I wanted to shout and ask for help from Antonio Paterno, feeling that I was about to die. I awoke weak and breathless. The last day of the year I spent at the home of Mr. Pablo Ortiga (member of the council of the Philippines, a government advisory body): I was happy; I don´t know why I joked a lot and lost (at a card game). We went home the day together and went to Elvira´s house.....lottery and I lost. I went home and wrote. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I sipped my cup of coffee and as I put the book aside, I was puzzled at the coincidences......my great-granduncle´s mood then coincided with mine..leaving a trace of melancholic clang that penetrated time.. a time span of .over a hundred and thirty years ago.
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