They all wait like vultures:
When the injured bird would fall...

They sing of thee
they worship thee on their knees...

The gloom benights
and the twilight alights...

I am still stamped in the moment
before you vanished...

I lost the game
when I found you...

The hero said to himself:
if I lie, if I stay silent, if I become one of...

To dream is to wake up
and to wake up is to dream...

Does Real madness need audience?
Does the insanity of love, splendor...

I do not know how long I am going to live
I do not know how long we shall be together...

I am the humble man of your virtue.
I am the fire from within...

How wearing the patience of vultures is
in the desert of people's eyes...

She cried for a little gingerbread,
its arm was missing...