Holy angel, in Heaven blessed, My spirit longs with thee to rest
Blood!...Blood!... That's a good thing! A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!
She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!
I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.
Everyone dies. I just choose the time and place for some of them!
...the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the explanation in a trembling voice: “It’s the ghost!