I Shed More Tears Than God Could

I Found I Could Extinguish All Human Hope From My Soul.

O Seasons, O Castles, What Soul Is Without Flaws? All Its Lore Is Known To Me, Felicity, It Enchants Us All.

Hay Que Ser Absolutamente Moderno

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

And From That Time On I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused And Churned Into Milk, Devouring The Green Azures; Where, Entranced In Pallid Flotsam, A Dreaming Drowned Man Sometimes Goes Down.