I Embrace My Rival, But Only To

He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep On Sunday.

Do You Think You Can Be Righteous And Holy With Impunity?

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word — She Is A Woman.