At eighteen you sleep without memories.

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Separation isnt time or distance its the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords

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At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.

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Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel for example - I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.

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The most beautiful sea hasn't been crossed yet. The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet. The most beautiful days we haven't seen yet. And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you I haven't said yet.

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We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth, its stem will have two blooms for sure: one will be you, the other me.

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Looking at this insolent earth, you hear the first battle cry of our species- trap it under a rock and together, screaming, attack and destroy it, as if killing a mammoth.

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At eighteen you don't think about memories, you tell them.

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I'm only seven, although I died In Hiroshima long ago, I'm seven now as I was then - When children die, they do not grow.

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That's how it goes, my friend. The problem is not falling a captive, it's how to avoid surrender.

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