I Felt Passing Over Me The Wind

What Strange Phenomena We Find In A Great City, All We Need Do Is Stroll About With Our Eyes Open. Life Swarms With Innocent Monsters.

Unable To Suppress Love, The Church Wanted At Least To Disinfect It, And It Created Marriage.

Whether You Come From Heaven Or Hell, What Does It Matter, O Beauty!

In This Horror Of Solitude, This Need To Lose His Ego In Exterior Flesh, Which Man Calls Grandly The Need For Love.

What Can An Eternity Of Damnation Matter To Someone Who Has Felt, If Only For A Second, The Infinity Of Delight?