While I'm writing, I'm far away; and when I come back, I've gone.

Love! Love until the night collapses!

When I got the chance I asked them a slew of questions. They offered to burn me; it was the only thing they knew.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

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