Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

O merry, merry, merry, like only dogs know how to be happy and nothing more, with an absolute shameless nature.

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.

Love! Love until the night collapses!

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

Hands make the world each day.