You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.
Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.
Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.
Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.