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MYyoungman...MYhomelan^...Here Am I ,The Zarathustra ,returnin^Here Am I ,The Overman^s coming back again,From the iced polar with white sorrowFrom the frozen land bleak chill hunting my soul,Where, the Norway tales always showing death an^ shudderWhere,almost no body could tell tha^ fear An^I, tied by the Christ of the world,with a long and toughed chain,with millions of injuries deep inside...bleeding....all the timeBut I,contempted them all,without a word ,without any painful groaning....Waitin^ for the sun rising,the shine overwhelming an^ the darkne-ss dying....So youngman ,here,on this high and plain cliff,on the sweeping of the air current across your face , haven^t u been hearing my Firm voice...Haven^t u touching the wild beating of my sublime heart...O Lightening,my dear brother ,my sole sparkle of wisdomO Cloud ,the symbol of my being alone...I was so glad to see your figures ,how-everthe feeble body seemed to show...soon i wilt be down..(weeping...)But,i still have the brave to say last farewell to thee!Please remember,"Life is tough,but never sub yourself to graveplease remember, Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman- arope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerouslooking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: whatis lovable in man is that he is an over-going and a down-going.(dying in the sun...shedding the blood from the wound)
2005年08月17日 05点08分
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