This sadness is a ruin Whose bricks were put in place By those choices and actions. In the ash, bits of timber remain, Reminders of barbs hurled, complaints made, All those dissonant dissatisfactions.

This Rome was burning since the beginning, We only arrived at Nero’s swan song towards the end In a flash of sleepless nights, which I imagine Raged, beating time with your moans. There wasn’t much They or anyone else could do to fill your needs.

My hands raked with sand, fistfuls Of which I threw at this blaze, are the witnesses. You never even tried to build a simple house. How could you when all your dreams Featured crystal palaces, their shine and dazzle, Grand balls and riotous mocking laughter ?

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I now stand in a wood, between beams of light, The sun renews out of these old trees A peaceable life. They don’t demand Yet they seem to receive in full, See how they deepen and how they bloom!

Ever wondered how does one order a Pizaa or ask for condoms in Latin. Well here is some help from Asterix. Et tu Asterix!

Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi? Baby, sweetheart, would I lie to you? Apudne te vel me? Your place or mine?

Braccae tuae aperiuntur. Your fly is open. Balaenae nobie conservandae sunt. Save the whales.

Credo Elvem ipsum etian vivere. I think that Elvis is still alive.

Da mihi sis crustum Etruscum cum omnibus in eo. I'll have a pizza with everything on it.

Fac ut nemo me vocet. Hold my calls.

Purgamentum init, exit purgamentum. Garbage in, garbage out.

Subucula tua apparet. Your slip is showing. Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Summam scrutemur. Let's look at the bottom line.

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas. Thank you for not smoking.

Volo comparare nonnulla tegumembra. I'd like to buy some condoms.

Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall