The Mediation By The Serpent

There's No Quiet Place Here On Earth For Our Love, Not In The Village And Not Anywhere Else, So I Picture A Grave, Deep And Narrow, In Which We Embrace As If Clamped Together, I Bury My Face Against You, You Yours Against Me, And No One Will Ever See Us.

I Never Imagined That So Many Days Would Ultimately Make Such A Small Life.

Written Kisses Never Arrive At Their Destination; The Ghosts Drink Them Up Along The Way.

The Truth Is Always An Abyss.

Let Me Remind You Of The Old Maxim: People Under Suspicion Are Better Moving Than At Rest, Since At Rest They May Be Sitting In The Balance Without Knowing It, Being Weighed Together With Their Sins.