kaut kas te teica, ka laiku nepagriezt atpakaļ
Once the time goes, it's gone.
And no wisdom can retrieve it.

Grave thoughts bear the mind down.
And the body has no choice but to follow.

It comes down to yes or no and pain's in back
Of every choice that turns to act.

What I find in the night, other than darkness.
In the darkness, other than light.

Solace. What a lovely word.
Solstice. What a lovely word.

-M. Rudman, iz krājuma Solitaire

(iztēlojos, ka pēdējo divrindi lēnām izrunā kāds milzis vai Kublahans, kad jau ir sačākstējis vecūksnis).