In the words of Frank Sinatra "MAY YOU LIVE FOR 100 MORE YEARS, AND MAY THE LAST VOICE YOU HEAR ...er... POST YOU SEE BE MINE"
and for god sakes stay away from those open windows and most importantly the Oranges
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?
