When Your Hands Leap Towards Mine, Love,

Oh To Follow The Road That Leads Away From Everything, Without Anguish, Death, Winter Waiting Along It With Their Eyes Open Through The Dew.

We Came By Night To The Fortunate Isles, And Lay Like Fish Under The Net Of Our Kisses.

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.

You Can Crush The Flowers, But You Can't Stop The Spring.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?