''ყოველი ნამდვილი პატრიოტი კოსმოპოლიტია ისე, როგორც ყოველი გონიერი კოსმოპოლიტი- პატრიოტი.'' ''გიყვარდეს შენი ერი, შენი ქვეყანა, იღვაწე მის საკეთილდღეოდ. ვინც უარყოფს თავის ეროვნებას, თავის ქვეყანას იმ ფიქრით, ვითომ კოსმოპოლიტი ვარო, ის არის მახინჯი გრძნობის პატრონი. '' და "ღმერთმა დაგვიფაროს ისე გავიგოთ კოსმოპოლიტიზმი, ვითომ ყველამ თავის ეროვნებაზე ხელი აიღოსო" ისე არაფერს მოხდენია ვაჟა-ფშაველას "კოსმოპოლიტიზმი და პატრიოტიზმი", როგორც Hamatsuki-ის Unfolding-ს. P.s. მამუკა ცხადაია, ბრავო!
My ultimate gym track. This reminds me exactly of why I'm doing it in the first place - so I can have energy and courage to do what I need and what I want to do, and furthermore - to make a story out of my life that's worth telling.
A game that's like prince of persia in a world like blade runner or altered carbon, this is one of its soundtracks. It plays while navigating a somewhat empty vast area, but with secrets, or a 2d platformer with an 80s feel
So many memories Of lives lived, Unlived Yet no ground for living What makes living real? Through ages and cultures My senses collapse I am coursing through it all Morphing space Liquefying time And spiralling Again & again
I remember this music, it's from my ancient life. I was a woman at a trading outpost, a merchant. One day I was at my stand when an army of northerners march through the streets. They came upon the mayor of the town. They wanted the mayor to abandon his post and give ownership to them, he declined. Shortly afterwards they chopped his head off and fed it to stray dogs. They tied his cold feet with a rope and placed him under the tree at the centre of the camp, for all to see. The town fell into despair, people looted their neighbours and demons made off with young women and children. This song brings back the good and bad of the past to light the way for a more positive future. - Margaret Lucia (L Magareth)
I see a soldier in the middle of the pit, looking up to the dark sky, inhaling the last cigarette puffs along with the gunpowder smell. Wondering if he will die. Situation shifts to the day, soldier throwing grenade at the enemies, all of their faces are tormented, made ugly by the war. None of them want this. They didn't know the human heart could contain so many emotions. Some of them break, some of them die. Is it the fittest who survive? Or do the chosen few leave this battlefield and go into the next world?
