miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2014

Fragment the Ninth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here
apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way
keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.
Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too,
just once. And never again.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

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