Giacomo Leopardi - To Himself

Giacomo Leopardi - To Himself

Now will you rest forever, br My tired heart. Dead is the last br deception, br That I thought eternal. Dead. Well I br feel br In us the sweet illusions, br Nothing but ash, desire burned out. br Rest forever. You have br Trembled enough. Nothing is worth br Thy beats, nor does the earth br deserve br Thy sighs. Bitter and dull br Is life, there is nought else. The br world is clay. br Rest now. Despair br For the last time. To our kind, Fate br Gives but death. Now despise br Yourself, nature, the sinister br Power that secretly commands our br common ruin, br And the infinite vanity of br everything.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:11

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