I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling.

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?

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

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

The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.