Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.
All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence...
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.
Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.