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

Such a strange affair,
between here and there...

When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...

We carve our masks with our faces
against the chisel of darkness...

Aha!
So this is the mediocre’s law...

Tranquillity
is to recognize...

In the free markets
heart is the most bankrupting...

I am absolutely at your mercy
like a little fun trapped in barbwire...

The madness of falling in love
whole heartedly without any taint of hesitation...

O little insect
you have to burst out of your silk dress...

O little insect,
these windows are all ruddy, florid and silky...

The morning dew of your feelings,
the lucidness...