Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

There Were Thirst And Hunger, And You Were The Fruit. There Were Grief And The Ruins, And You Were The Miracle.

About Me, Nothing Worse They Will Tell You, My Love, Than What I Told You

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair.

Laughter Is The Language Of The Soul.

White Bee, Even When You Are Gone You Buzz In My Soul You Live Again In Time, Slender And Silent.