If life were love, how blessed it would be! I want more life so to love! Now I feel A thousand years of ideas are not worth One blue minute of sentiment.
My heart was dying slowly, sadly… Now it opens like a Phoebean flower: Life rushes forth like a turbulent sea Whipped by the hand of love.
My sorrow flies into the night, sad, cold With its broken wings; Like an old scar that continues to ache
In the distant shade it dissolves… All my life sings, kisses, laughs! All my life is a flowering mouth!