My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.

Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.

My heaviness comes from the heights.

My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.

I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.