What kind of a being by my side,
its inner nature, always escape,
is not to fathom.
The old-new face,
by the shade of ancient days ago announcing
confidence yet in the light reflects my
Now a fear,
the go and totally familiar to me
.
known as the will ... Longing is
`s, in whose icy
lovely wrapping
a feeling, is lurking ereifernd.
However, distant lightning likeness,
reluctantly sends only the banging Even an image that
that die before the service already. But there
ways to constantly and continually they go
new to New to desire to be devoted to
to that with each passing of the light
the night of her contemporary greeting
and we expect a firm step on a new dawn
pregnant.
is going to come because ...
the roughness of the desert
with hot flood of tears wash away the jurisdiction.
...
I still do not love you, my
because I remember that arbitrary
the stream of images that chaotic fluctuations in shape,
pushed me against the clarity of my feeling,
been a weird and beautiful rival
the happiness of humanity is.
The severity of thought our outside pallor
is as close Relatives before ...
