A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!