In Your Eyes Of Mourning The Land

Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked Or Is That Her Only Dress? Why Do Trees Conceal The Splendor Of Their Roots? Who Hears The Regrets Of The Thieving Automobile? Is There Anything In The World Sadder Than A Train Standing In The Rain?

Only A Burning Patience Will Lead To The Attainment Of A Splendid Happiness.

I Learned About Life From Life Itself, Love I Learned In A Single Kiss And Could Teach No One Anything Except That I Have Lived With Something In Common Among Men.

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

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.