A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn:

He Would Say, "how Funny It Will All Seem, All You've Gone Through, When I'm Not Here Anymore, When You No Longer Feel My Arms Around Your Shoulders, Nor My Heart Beneath You, Nor This Mouth On Your Eyes, Because I Will Have To Go Away Some Day, Far Away..." And In That Instant I Could Feel Myself With Him Gone, Dizzy With Fear, Sinking Down Into The Most Horrible Blackness: Into Death.

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

Hay Que Ser Absolutamente Moderno

But The Problem Is To Make The Soul Into A Monster

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.