There Are Thousands Of Wines

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

That's How You Came Here, Like A Star Without A Name. Move Across The Night Sky With Those Anonymous Lights.

Like A Shadow, I Am And I Am Not.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

The Way To Heaven Is Within. Shake The Wings Of Love-when Love's Wings Have Become Strong, There Is No Need To Trouble About A Ladder.