„Die Wahrheit ist ein bitt'rer Trank
und wer sie braut hat selten Dank,
denn der Menge schwacher Magen
kann sie nur verdünnt vertragen.“
in the memory on . .
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date, even to eternity;
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
William Shakespeare
. . .Was denkst du denn
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Patrick Süskind - Das Parfum,
Jonathan Nasaw - Angstspiel
Jonathan Nasaw - Blut Durst
cheap and shitty people