Quo vadis, Europa?
Forward .... not back.
Into the century that calls your name
with the urgency of unfinished history.
Quo vadis, Europa?
Toward the weight you have denied,
the strength you have scattered,
the courage you have outsourced
to distant shores.
Quo vadis, Europa?
Into the hard light
where markets become muscle,
where borders become resolve,
where treaties become steel.
Quo vadis, Europa?
Toward the day you stop trembling
at the growl of the Bear,
the coil of the Dragon,
and remember that you
.... old continent, flinty mother ....
have buried worse.
Quo vadis, Europa?
Toward cohesion.
Toward will.
Toward the unborrowed fire
that has waited in your marrow
since Charlemagne, since 1848,
since every moment you mistook patience
for peace.
Quo vadis, Europa?
Toward power ....
not as conquest,
but as survival.
Not as empire,
but as adulthood.
Quo vadis, Europa?
Forward.
Only forward.
For the century has already chosen you.
Now choose yourself.
SHE CHOOSES POWER!
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15 February 2026