At 70!

terrace at Villa Angela, Taormina

Vid 70 har man samlat på sig berg av
illusioner, förlorade, återvunna, återfunna.
Livet går vidare, javisst! Men själv har man
nått sin vägs ände och går inte längre med.
Och sedan då alla dessa berg som skymmer
den fria sikten till ingentings frid och fröjd!

At 70, one has gathered mountains off illusions
lost, recycled, recovered. Life moves on, sure! But
you yourself have reached the end of your road and
follows no more. And then all of these mountains that
obscures the free view to peace and glee of nothingness!


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