And I, infinitesima­l being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.

She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.

When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?