The Part I Remember Best Is The

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

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

I Embrace My Rival, But Only To Strangle Him.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

I Can Hear Those Glances That You Think Are Silent.