While they, they as much as they were and they will be always, were maintained in a phenomenal wealth of history and prestige, of the rigor of the duty and the nobility to accomplish with righteousness their duty and responsibility of leader and pillar of all a dynasty, but I will never know the real happiness.
That is the way it is. This is the way people are. We are like that.
Nobody is wrong, but nobody is right either.
- I know.
- Even if you would have liked to know it.
Again a silence enveloped us, but this time I was determined to break it.
- And the story of the flowers of Misines.
Could I know it?
- He said to me later.
To which, of course, I agreed, helpless and weak.
- History cannot repeat itself. What was, let it remain.
To love, he chose the oppression of his duty. The grudge and the destroyed hate. Who would not have some after having lived such an event.
