The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine
I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.
In love matters; keep your pen from paper.
I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them
With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world.