Carpe Diem (Ode on Fate, Horace 1:11)
Don’t ask, it’s wrong to know,what fates the gods us bestow. Don’t seek for answers in stars divine,endure and let your heart align. Winters come, or this our last,waves against the rocks are cast. Pour your wine, drink it slow,let your hopes ebb and go. Time flows as we speak,seize today, tomorrow’s far and bleak.… Læs mere "Carpe Diem (Ode on Fate, Horace 1:11)