As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Shyness is a condition foreign to the heart - a category, a dimension which leads to loneliness.

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.