The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

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

I want to see thirst In the syllables, Tough fire In the sound; Feel through the dark For the scream.

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