You can crush the flowers, but you can't stop the spring.

I was the owner of my own darkness.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body... and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

We must dream our way.