Aztec

Of all that I have possessed in my life, my memories are the only things remaining to me. Indeed, I believe that memories are the only real treasure any human can hope to hold always.

Pienso que te he amado siempre... pero no hablemos de lo pasado. Solamente te digo que te amo hoy y que te amaré mañana. Porque el pasado se ha ido. Los hoy y los mañanas serán todos los días que podrán ser. Y en cada uno de estos días te diré, te amo.

En la tarde de ese día, en medio del tumulto causado por la tormenta, en una pequeña casa en la isla de Xaltocan, nací de mi madre para empezar a morir.

Love and time, those are the only two things in all the world and all of life that cannot be bought, but only spent.

As we believed in those days, a hero slain in the service of a mighty lord or sacrificed in homage to a high god was assured of a life everlasting in the most resplendent of afterworlds, where he would be rewarded and regaled with bliss throughout eternity. And now Christianity tells us that we all may hope for an afterlife in a similarly splendid Heaven. But consider. Even the most heroic of heroes dying in the most honorable cause, even the most devout Christian martyr dying in the certainty of reaching Heaven, he will never again know the caress of this world's moonlight dappling his face as he walks beneath this world's rustling cypress trees. A trifling pleasure--so small, so simple, so ordinary--but never to be known again.