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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-03-31 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | There comes a moment in your life when we begin to lose: We lose beloved creatures, we lose the things that have delighted our life, we lose the close connection to life, we lose years, we lose too much and we never know why we are bound to lose so much. Each loss bites your heart… As long as we are young we don't imagine we could lose, some day, what we have won in the fight with life… We don’t know, that later on, we'll have to bear with dignity the renunciations, without breaking our being without revolt, without hatred, but with a gentle detachment, with a sad regret. Can our mistakes account for all these absurd deaths ? But, my God, in what moment of life do we begin to fault ? Do we fault because we exist or do we exist for making faults ?
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