death

I guess it has always been easy to die, but in the past people accepted and tolerated it more than they do nowadays.

i think it's something that someone can't really understand until he doesn't live a situation like that...you may try to imagine how it could be if it happened to you, but of course it isn't the same.... some time ago the boyfriend of a friend of mine (he had a cancer, too) died while he was hugging (abbracciando) my friend at the hospital. when she told me that he died in her arms, i couldn't believe it, it really shocked me.... even if it didn't happen to me, it's been terrible for me, i also cried.... i really don't know what it must be if something like that happens to you...... some people thinks that the worst things never happen to them, always attac "somebody"else, but i think it's one of the most stupid things that somebody can think.

-sorry for eventual mistakes-

in the past death killed poor people and rich people... fat or slim....death now is an invisibile mask who touch our body and speak us: "come with me"...
i don't know nothing abouth death... i'm lucky for this... i'm 30 and i have a big family now... my grandparents was died when i was a child...i don't remember that years.......... i think... death is a part of life.. a passage to travel in another life... or in another room who men called "heaven".. ^_^ (ps. i don't trust in hell) (ps.2 i'm sorry for my bad english >_< )

The perfect picture of the Death is certainly the Reaper.Doesn't matter who you are,his scythe is going to mow down everyone he wants

Lacrime,vane lacrime ,io non so cosa vogliono dire

Tears,idle tears,I know not what they mean ,
Tears from the depth of some devine despair
Rise in the heart,and gather in the eyes ,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields ,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail ,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one,
That sinks with all we love below the verge:
So sad ,so fresh ,the days that are no more.

O Death in Life ,the days that are no more

Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain

lacrime ,vane lacrime io non so cosa vogliono dire...

Ah sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken"d birds
To dying ears,when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square :
So sad,so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remember"d kisses after death
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign"d
On lips that are for others :deep as love
Deep as first love,and wild with all regret:

O Death in Life ,the days that are no more

The triumph of death..by G.D.
The promontory fell perpendicularly to the black and deserted
rocks,around which the water scarcely moved,splashing feebly
rocking in its slow undulation the reflection of the stars.
"George! George !"
"Have no fear !" he said in a hoarse voice ."Come nearer!Come!
Come ! Come and see the fishermen ,fishing by the torchlight
among the rocks"
"No,no !I am afraid of vertigo "
"Come ! I will hold you"
"No,no,"
She seamed frozen by the unusual tone in Geoge"s voice ,and
a vague fright commenced to invade her.
"Come !"
And he approached her,his hands extended. Suddenly he seized
her wrists,dragged her several steps:then he seized her in his arms ,
made a bound,and attempted to force her toward the abyss.
"No!no!no!"
She resisted with furious energy .
She succeded in disengaging herself ,jumbed back,panting and trembling.
"Are you mad?"she cried ,choked by anger."Are you mad ?"
But when she saw him come after her without speaking a word ,when she
felt herself seized with more brutal violence and dragged again toward the precipice ,she understood all,and a great ,sinister flash of light struck terror to her soul.
"No, George,no! Let me be! Let me be! Only one minute! Listen! Listen !One minute !I want to tell you...."
Insane with terror,she supplicated him ,writhing .
She hoped to stop him ,to move him to pity.
"One minute!Listen ! I love you! Forgive me !Forgive me !
She stammered incoherent words desperatly,feeling her self becoming weaker,losing her ground ,seeing death before her.
"Assassin !"she then shricked ,furious .
And she defended herself with her nails ,with her teeth ,like a beast.
"Assassin !" she shricked ,as she was seized by the hair ,trown
to the ground on the edge of the precipice ,lost.
The dog barked at the tragic group.
It was a brief and fierce struggle ,like the outburst of supreme hate which ,up to then ,had been smouldering .unsuspected ,in the hearts of implacable enemies.
And they both crashed down to death ,clasped in each other"s arms

Nec Tibi Nec Sine Tibi Vivere Possum