Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...

Kindle In Thy Heart The Flame Of Love.

A Wealth You Cannot Imagine Flows Through You.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water.