From a small spark, Great flame has risen.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

If you're asking for a date, forget it. 'Cause I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head!

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

He who awaits the call, but sees the need, Already sets his spirit to refuse it.

Follow your own star!