"My century, my beast, who will be able to look into the pupils of your eyes and stick together the vertebrae of two centuries with his blood? The blood that builds gushes out of earthly things; the parasite only trembles on the threshold of the new days.
The creature, so long as it has enough life left, must carry the backbone to the end; and a wave plays upon the invisible spine...
And the buds will swell again, and the green shoots will sprout. But your spine has been smashed, my beautiful, pitiful age. And you look back, cruel and weak, with an inane smile, like a beast that has once been supple, at the tracks left by your own paws."
Excerto do poema "Vek moi" de Osip Mandelstam
