In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.
Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.
Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.
Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.