We Have A World For Each One,

Yes, One Must Suffer, Even In Vain, So As Not To Have Lived In Vain.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

My Bits Of Time Play With Eternity.

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.