In The Distance Someone Is Singing.

Sometimes I Get Up At Dawn, And Even My Soul Is Wet.

Am I Allowed To Ask My Book / Whether It's True I Wrote It?

Love, What A Long Way, To Arrive At A Kiss.

Tomorrow We Will Only Give Them A Leaf Of The Tree Of Our Love, A Leaf Which Will Fall On The Earth Like If It Had Been Made By Our Lips Like A Kiss Which Falls From Our Invincible Heights To Show The Fire And The Tenderness Of A True Love.

I Love All The Things There Are, And Of All Fires Love Is The Only Inexhaustible One; And That's Why I Go From Life To Life.