Faith assuages, guides, restores.
I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.
What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!
And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures
To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn