What a tale he’s told, what a bitter bowl of war he’s drunk to the dregs.

Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem – (Latin – written 19 BC)The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all…

The seeds of life – fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies’ ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that’s born for death. That is the source...

forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day

Fugit irreparabile tempus.

Love conquers all.

But the queen–too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. […]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and...

No day shall erase you from the memory of time

The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades...

Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?

the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

Hug the shore; let others try the deep.

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl…

Fortune sides with him who dares.

Vera incessu patuit dea.(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)

Death’s brother, sleep.

…She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

The gates of hell are open night and day;Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:But to return, and view the cheerful skies,In this the task and mighty labor lies.

I recognize the vestiges of an old flame

Death twitches my ear;’Live,’ he says… ‘I’m coming.

Each of us bears his own Hell.

Omnia vincit amor” – “Love conquers all