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Poetry 2011 - Yukio Mishima

In recent days I've had a bereavement, a person very close to My family died suddenly and prematurely, and an emotional disappointment. As for death, unfortunately there is not much to do, or rather, we must accept it, but the disappointment, besides causing immense pain feeds me a lot of doubts, recriminations and questions. I'm not going to list them here I will limit myself just to see if any were needed that, both in traditional romantic relationships than in friendships, love is too negative. It may be that the certainty of being loved and thought highly regarded in the genre a sort of addiction, in other words, certainty is the tomb of love, love repeat in the highest sense of the word. I do not want to but right now I feel so very sad, humiliated, and even a little 'mad at myself because, after all, behind every disappointment there is an illusion and the illusion that reality is anything but . I will stop here, forgive the probable lack of clarity of my message, errors, etc., come from an almost sleepless night, and now I am going to go to work. Good day and good week, a kiss.

When people look at the stars,
will rise in their hearts, loaded with wood,
the night wind.

the forest, lake, city, clouds fluctuate
quiet.

Then the stars begin to fall and abundant as the dew covered everything. In
design traced by the invisible divine tape, all the constellations will fall one by one with extreme elegance. From Thereafter, the stars will dwell in our souls, and perhaps will come back those days when men were sweet and wonderful as the Gods.
(Yukio Mishima) The stars