And the three men I admire most The father, son, and holy ghost they took the last train for the coast the day, the music died
I love that song ********************* American Pie
High on a hill, it calls to me To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care
He - (Simón Bolívar) - was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finishing line. The rest was darkness. "Damn it," He sighed. "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"
So what’s the labyrinth?
That’s the mystery isn’t it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape - the world, or, the end of it?
