Nothing more serrated than the stretch of a bloom...
Nothing is craggier than the distance of two...

I am the humble man of your virtue.
I am the fire from within...

I do not know how long I am going to live
I do not know how long we shall be together...

Does Real madness need audience?
Does the insanity of love, splendor...

To dream is to wake up
and to wake up is to dream...

The hero said to himself:
if I lie, if I stay silent, if I become one of...

I lost the game
when I found you...

I am still stamped in the moment
before you vanished...

Would a soldier abandon his post
in his grinding fatigue...

The gloom benights
and the twilight alights...

They sing of thee
they worship thee on their knees...

They all wait like vultures:
When the injured bird would fall...