What Began It All Was

The Joyful Will Stoop With Sorrow, And When You Have Gone To The Earth I Will Let My Hair Grow Long For Your Sake, I Will Wander Through The Wilderness In The Skin Of A Lion

This Last Night We Tear Into Each Other, As If To Wound, As If To Find The Key To Everything Before Morning.

Don't We Forgive Everything Of A Lover? We Forgive Selfishness, Desire, Guile. As Long As We Are The Motive For It...there Are Some European Words You Can Never Translate Properly Into Another Language.

Research Can Be A Big Clunker. It's Difficult To Know How You Can Make The Historical Light.

He Will Hear The Rain Before He Feels It, A Clicking On The Dry Grass, On The Olive Leaves.