Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

Today Is Today, And Yesterday Is Gone. There Is No Doubt.

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Who Do I Belong To? How Come I Mortgaged My Being Till I Don't Belong To Myself? How Come I Sold My Blood? And Who Now Owns My Indecisions, My Hands, My Private Pain, My Pride?

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.