You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.
In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.
...All my best words are deserters and do not answer the trumpet call, and the remainder are cripples.
To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
The clumsiest literal translation is a thousand times more useful than the prettiest paraphrase.