The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us