They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.
My poverty is not complete: it lacks me.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
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.