"Higher yet than the love of human beings I esteem the love of things and ghosts. This ghost that runs after you, my brother, is more beautiful than you; why do you not give him your flesh and your bones? " - Nietzsche This ghost that runs after me, My brother, has caught me My flesh and bones, my daughter You are beyond me, more beautiful An evolution and a leap ahead Still warm from the blaze of the eternal Zlatica defying the Fates Ascending from the realm of the impossible From ghost to flesh
Hours from the greatest country on earth
The streets of my youth will forever be memories
I am banished and excommunicated in modern times
I have no political enemy, the city itself warns me
Plagued with faceless, warped and savage brothers
Never to hold my grandmother again
Or to introduce her to her grand-daughter
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