Confession of a Child of the Century Page #2

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Yes, I'm... I'm coming!

Just coming.

Take along with you the first man,

and say to him,

these are people who spend their lives

wallowing in all forms of pleasure.

Women, as many as they want!

They are rich, every day is a holiday

for them!

What do you think?

Unless he's sternly and deeply religious

he would reply that he

could not conceive of greater happiness

Now, say to the same man: 'Look, this

is your life!'

You are the happiest of men!

All your desires are realities.

Only be careful you don't read too much,

or find your body, no longer able to

enjoy pleasure.

That'd be a great misfortune!

Beware of disgust.

It's an enduring disease.

A dead man is better than a living one

who is disgusted of life.

Do you have a heart?

Beware of life.

What's worse than the disease of

debauchery, is ridicule.

Do you have a conscience?

Beware sleep.

Do you have a body?

Beware suffering!

Do you have a soul? Beware despair!

Each woman that you kiss takes a spark

of your happiness

without ever giving you one of hers.

You keep exhausting yourself with

ghosts.

You must die!

You're the enemy of everything that

loves!

But do not wait for old age.

Do not leave a child on the earth,

do not fertilise a corrupt blood!

Erase yourself.

Like smoke.

This is what you taught me!

You've come too late, I'm afraid.

Your father would have liked to have

seen you one last time.

Farewell my son.

I love you.

I am done.

Whatever suffering passion may cause,

one must not compare life's sorrows,

with those of death.

Every day I visited his tomb,

the rest of the time I lived alone.

I lived the life my father had left

and for the first time in my life, I was

happy.

Grief was teaching me virtue.

I was beginning to understand the age we

live in.

Behind us, the past destroyed for good,

still caught up in its ruins.

Ahead of us, the first glow of the

future.

And between these two worlds,

the present century, where one

doesn't know.

with each step taken, whether one is

walking on the sea, to a rubble.

I knew your father a little. He was

a good man.

Yes, he was.

My aunt used to play cards with him

in the afternoon.

You should come and visit her. That

would make her happy.

Wait. I have to stop.

I feel tired.

What are you thinking?

I was wondering why God created you.

I mean, I was telling myself it was to

heal all those who are suffering.

My my, such words!

Coming from you, one... one can only

take them as a compliment.

Why?

Because you seem very young to me.

Well, at times one can be older than

one's face.

One can also be younger than one's

words.

Don't you believe in experience?

Ah I know, that's the name most men

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