Vineyards are burning in Dacia…
For thousands of years, the evening descends as a cobweb hiding in its dark robe the things around ... but not tonight; tonight the sky seems bathed light ... the earth is in flames, and knight-clouds thirsty for blood that fight on astral-plains. A battle is given on earth, it gives a struggle in the sky ... the solemnity of the moment makes man and nature die. Vineyards are burning in Dacia… Burebista looks at his kingdom in flames, a shadow of pain seems to pass on his face, but not... is just an illusion: he knows too well - the gold by fire can only be purged.
A battle was given ... a pageant battle and the first for this land - without bloodshed: a battle at the level of most pure principles. Fighting was heavy and unusual ... battlefield - unapproachable conscience, strategies - designed to discourage ... and the strategist at the first glance - an invincible. But even Burebista, the unconquered man in the war, before his own conscience saw his vanity.... felt vulnerable and harmless...
Abstinence and absolute freedom, here's the belligerent parts. In the consciousness of the brave stage they took part forever in a perpetuated fight. Towards the beginning, the balance of forces felt dizzy and tilt decidedly in favor of freedom. Wasn’t it the thing for what great men of all time militated and the cause of million-sacrifices? What could be nobler than the freedom gained with such a price? And yet it was so wrong understood ... people made it a pretext to be able to violate the freedom of others freely and often in their rashness and recklessness lose what they had more precious: their freedom. Why humans value only belatedly the lost freedom, why do not know to keep it? .... These are questions which are lost in the darkness of time ... because the old king knew that people who were firm in the storms and callousness of life in front of wine they forget their dignity and their reasons to live... and so not great things brought death, but small ones ...
They say that in the fight with your own conscience when you are defeated you won. Burebista now fully understood ... in his soul now is light and how deep was the darkness in which they lived. But still it wasn’t too late ... yet they can advise people on their way to true knowledge. In those moments he clearly distinguished its search response: There is a measure for all things and it’s left opened for all those wishing to find it ... so just the one who had fought with passion, sure he was really strong. Now, the change was imminent, but a price had to be paid...
It was already dawn ... Vineyards burning! ... pale smoke, higher in the sky, until it got destroyed in the clear air. At sunrise crack tion leaving to enter the fire of day ... and with it an era is over, and her incandescent ash is high-powerful as Phoenix bird hit a new era ... a promising first start … Burebista looks around him ... and he has performed with faith what he wanted to do ... the mistakes of past won’t darken anymore the present, for everything around is miracle, greatness and celebration!