But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.

Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.

The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.

But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

To see you naked is to recall the Earth.