Ferenc Piller: You thought your name would stand here?

Now, everybody who hoped or feared to see his/her name on this page, Ferenc Piller has not put up any names here, nor for the good or the bad, not the name of the book makes its contents. Anyone in suspect connotation would recognize herself anyway. Whats the deal? If you have secretely hoped for to see your name here, read again, its there, and on my mind, Ferenc Piller just won't print it in letters...

For others, who have rather feared a publication, your name was included in a certain term, how about reading again, but this time from the point of Ferenc Piller - for once sake.

We used to know each other and had things in common - or we had rather nothing in common at all,

we spent ages with each other (even together) - or far too little time, we would have loved to spend more, but fate had different things in common,
as we were ready for it, finally, it was all too late,

we regret nothing that we've done, we regret one thing we've done, we regret some things we've done, and we regret everything we have not done...

one for all, none for one - go to hell, this time without me though...

 

As you get older, familiar voices of forgotten fates get on your mind, that got left to their fates. Span of life shrinks - as were yesterday and tomorrow, today.

You remember people you trashed in elementary school, and eventually you got friends somehow...

The chivalrous emotions as you extended on your dame of heart, and decades later you had to realize, the world that chivalrous not is...

The people that modeled me with their love, often unconciously, while I was hounting the windmills down...

The (wasted) mothers that I left behind as I broke up for my crusades, or the goldfever got hold on me...

The sacrificial souls, they taught me how to love again, so passionate, never a sound of lament, supported me unconditionally...

The friends (and eventually idiots) that believed in me and my enterprise, and got successful with it, or sometimes not...

The people that I, sometimes most unwillingly, had to let go, whom I couldn't (or wouldn't?) stand by as they were losing,
- even them, whom I reached my hand as it was almost too late...