Elektra

Yo u sang to me, let me r ead to you. I danced for you that night; my instinct took over, in honour to you, as I had told you. From many I have gotten the respect, but you are my judgment; when you sing, like a Siren – your beauty increases tenfold relatively, without numerical meaning in perception – beauty simply is and what an blessing to perceive it is. ou honour your name, the sun alike, awakening the world within, the rooster alike in the night when the sun is rising elsewhere, you will be the rising dawn and the going down; and the Siren in any given time when you are the honey of the atmosphere in ! and e"ceeding ! the agora. #ruly, my instinctive judgment did not fool me – once you had let me know you, my love $agape% increased towards you; you responded laconic when I told you that you are a remarkable woman; indeed I have been in the &est of the &est and in the 'ast of the 'ast; If you only knew your value in this big world with these small people. ou know the value of colours and taught me ! the (atural colours will leave their marks, all else is artificial pretence and cleansed over time, you have left your colourful mark in the heart the sea creature alike which I had given to you. )sked you d id, if I would g o to war for F rance; I answ er you, war is everywher e, the fundament of e"istence, life is struggle, the laughing battle is the one that *ionysus lead, )gon is life – death is the peace tha t so many lon g for on this w orld, let them rest in peace where they be!long, longing to be, the living struggle is for those only willing to be!come, to resist the peace. +y people have abandoned me and honour is a myth of a long forgotten age; the times we live in, where we know it all but do not understand, I am lonely with my principles for which I would shed the blood of the many; but to know you ! is the memory of the long forgotten age, the reminding essence of the few worth fighting for, to die for. My sun awakening in the rooster the cry to go to war. For is the sun not the representation of life, the new day to behold – we are still here; to sing and dance and to grieve – that is the eternal return in life; as it was, as it is and for the generations after; what are we but a moment in the chain of causality – though it sometimes feels as if Fortunae knots the rope together upon which we dance. Sjoerd -eeger

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You sang to me, let me read to you.

I danced for you that night; my instinct took over, in honour to you, as I had told you.From many I have gotten the respect, but you are my judgment; when you sing, like a Siren your beauty increases tenfold relatively, without numerical meaning in perception beauty simply is and what an blessing to perceive it is.

You honour your name, the sun alike, awakening the world within, the rooster alike in the night when the sun is rising elsewhere, you will be the rising dawn and the going down; and the Siren in any given time when you are the honey of the atmospherein - and exceeding - the agora.

Truly, my instinctive judgment did not fool me once you had let me know you, my love (agape) increased towards you; you responded laconic when I told you that you are a remarkable woman;indeed I have been in the West of the West and in the East of the East;If you only knew your value in this big world with these small people. You know the value of colours and taught me - the Natural colours will leave their marks, all else is artificial pretence and cleansed over time, you have left your colourful mark in the heart the sea creature alike which I had given to you.

Asked you did, if I would go to war for France; I answer you, war is everywhere, the fundament of existence, life is struggle, the laughing battle is the one that Dionysus lead, Agon is life death is the peace that so many long for on this world, let them rest in peace where they be-long, longing to be, the living struggle is for those only willing to be-come, to resist the peace.

My people have abandoned me and honour is a myth of a long forgotten age;the times we live in, where we know it all but do not understand,I am lonely with my principles for which I would shed the blood of the many; but to know you - is the memory of the long forgotten age,the reminding essence of the few worth fighting for, to die for.

My sun awakening in the rooster the cry to go to war. For is the sun not the representation of life, the new day to behold we are still here;to sing and dance and to grieve that is the eternal return in life; as it was, as it is and for the generations after; what are we but a moment in the chain of causality though it sometimes feels as if Fortunae knots the rope together upon which we dance.

~ Sjoerd Heeger