Best Friend

Say my name, I don’t care. You don’t realize that now I’m dead. When love becomes such a strong feeling, the desire of dying, to live forever with your beloved death.


Finally leaving your cursed body behind, which was doomed to stay alive, suffering a never ending pain. Never asleep and never awake, but in a middle state where you keep on living once and again all that happened, that made you desire death.


You cannot move and you cannot breath. You might never feel pleasure again. But that is not true, because only once more you will feel it. The great pleasure of finally ending, being finally asleep forever, together with your love.


Your love, which finally came and rip you off from that middle state. At last in freedom, not chained to bed by a diseased body, now with wings for soaring in your dreams.


I’m dead and now I’m writing from my grave. This is not a letter for my friends, it’s just a chant of freedom. My last desire, my last breath. I cease to exist, but at least my pain is gone. These words will make me live eternally. Goodbye, it’s my time, goodbye, my best friend has arrived, my love, my only romance. Death, take me with you; I’m not leaving anything behind, just a disconnected body.


My body will finally have a last function; it will be moaned, as the last sign of humanity. Dealt by my family, they will have at last the opportunity to cry, stopping to suffer. This way is the best.


Goodbye, I’m gone.






I did what you wanted from the begining, I died and finally left you alone. Now you are crying and I see you, cause I’ve still haven’t been able to make my spirit disappear into the realms ruled by death, the nothingness.
I can still feel you, I sense wherever you go and whatever you do and I suffer your same sorrow . I’m alone now and I still don’t understand why you keep me linked to this world. I did as you pleased and now you cannot let go of me.
I’m that love you don’t longer wanna feel.


Why do I have to live in this world following the laws of human society? Which power governs us looking for our good instead of their own? None
The incredible option of deciding, something that makes us unique, the opportunity to elect whatever we want to do has been cut by some frontiers established when we decided to root in a ground of poison and forever lasting death.
The need of living together has developed in the obligation of never going beyond boundaries, of having to coexist with humans and fiends. Those fiends that should be erradicated to assure a better living for real humans.

Zarathustra’s Discourse Of the New idol

There are still peoples and herds somewhere, but not with us, my brothers: here there are states.
The state? What is that? Well then! Now open your ears, for now I shall speak to you of the death of peoples.
The state is the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it lies, too; and this lie creeps from its mouth: ‘I, the state, am the people.’
It is a lie! It was creators who created peoples and hung a faith and a love over them: thus they served life.
It is destroyers who set snares for many and call it the state: they hang a sword and a hundred desires over them.
Where a people still exists, there the people do not understand the state and hate it as the evil eye and sin against custom and law
I offer you this sign: every people speaks its own language of good and evil: its neighbour does not understand this language. It invented this language for itself in custom and law.
But the state lies in all languages of good and evil; and whatever it says, it lies – and whatever it has, it has stolen.
Everything about it is false, it bites with stolen teeth. Even its belly is false.
Confusion of the language of good and evil; I offer you this sign as the sign of the state. Truly, this sign indicates the will to death! Truly, it beckons to the preacher of death!
Many too many are born: the state was invented for the superfluous!
Just see how it lures them, the many-too-many! how it devours them, and chews them, and re-chews them!
‘There is nothing greater on earth than I, the regulating finger of God’ – thus the monster bellows. And not only the long-eared and short-sighted sink to their knees.
Ah, it whispers its dismal lies to you too, you great souls! Ah, it divines the abundant hearts that like to squander themselves!
Yes, it divines too, you conquerors of the old God! You grew wary in battle a now your weariess serves the new idol!
It would like to range heroes and honourable men about it, this new idol! It likes to sun itself in the sunshine of good consciences – this cold monster!
It will give you everything if you worship it, this new idol: thus it buys for itself the lustre of your virtues and the glance of your proud eyes.
It wants to use you to lure the many-too-many. Yes, a cunning device of Hell has here been devised that glorifies itself as life: truly, a heart-felt service to all preachers of death!
I call it the state where everyone, good and bad, is a poison-drinker: the state where eevryone, good and bad, loses himself: the state where universal slow suicide is called – life.
Just look at these superfluous people! They steal for themselves the works of inventors and the treasures of the wise: they call their theft culture – and they turn everything to sickness and calamity.
Just look at these superfluous people! They are always ill, they vomit their bile and call it a newspaper. They devour one another and cannot even digest themselves.
Just look at these superfluous people! They acquire wealth and make themselves poorer with it. They desire power and especially the lever of power, plenty of money – these impotent people!
See them clamber, these nimble apes! They clamber over one another and so scuffle into the mud and the abyss.
They all strive towards the throne: it is a madness they have – as if happiness sat upon the throne! Often filth sits upon the throne – and often the throne upon the filth, too.
They all seem madmen to me and clambering apes and too vehement. Their idol, that cold monster, smells unpleasant to me: all of them, all these idolators, smell unpleasent to me.
My brothers, do you than want to suffocate in the fumes of their animal mouths and appetites? Better to break the window and leap into the open air.
Avoid this bad odour! Leave the idolatry of the superfluous!
Avoid this bad odour! Leave the smoke of these human sacrifices!
The earth still remains free for great souls. Many places – the odour of tranquil seas blowing about them – are still empty for soliaries and solitary couples.
A free life still remains for great souls. Truly, he who possesses little is so much the less possessed: praised be a moderate poverty!
Only there, where the state ceases, does the man who is not superfluous begin: does the song of the necessary man, the unique and irreplaceable melody, begin.
There, where the state ceases – look there, my brother. Do you not see it: the rainbow and the bridges to the Superman?
Thus spoke Zarathustra.


Don’t forget me, i’m still alive.
Don’t go away, i’m still here.
Don’t hate me, i’m still in love.
Don’t hurt me, i’m still yours.
Death is something easy to achieve, that’s a goal some day all of us will gain. Easy as it is, we don’t want to die. There is much for living, too much to come for us wanting to finish our days now and forever.
Life! What a wonderful word, and mostly, what a beautiful meaning. Each having our own way of living, of developing, so unique creatures in humanity. La vie! So marvelous, so incredible, sleep and wake up each day to a new time. Enjoy and go to bed to a world of dreams.
Everyone should be able to feel glad for living, some day… that will come, hope i could be able to see it…