The outcome is a disaster, the situation is hopeless.

But there is something in human beings that does not stop pointing out the way: the heart.

Even though it does not find anything that corresponds to its nature, it continues, even in the worst conditions, to long for the fulfillment of its own limitless desire for good.

There is chaos, but not anger: an opening to reality in all its aspects.

The warning given to Don Carlos, Infant von Spanien by Friedrich Schiller resounds: “Sire, never forget the ideals of your youth!”

Actual Condition (Hüsker Dü)

Well the actual condition of my mind

Is elusive as the answers that I find

I keep going through transition

From doubt to indecision

It’s the actual condition of my mind


Well the actual condition of my soul

Sometimes feels like being sucked into a hole

And I’ve come to this position

Regardless of religion

It’s the actual condition of my soul


The actual condition of my heart

Feels like two hands that are ripping it apart

I keep losing definition

But still I keep on wishin’

It’s the actual condition of my heart

LP: “Warehouse: Songs and Stories”, 1987 – 1’50” – Written by: G. Hart.