Sun, I Come To See You For

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?

You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify Yourself.

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

Innocence Has Nothing To Dread.