No Foreign Sky Protected Me,

... He Is Rewarded With A Form Of Eternal Childhood, With The Bounty And Vigilance Of The Stars, The Whole World Was His Inheritance And He Shared It With Everyone.

Real Tenderness Can't Be Confused, It's Quiet And Can't Be Heard.

There Is A Sacred, Secret Line In Loving Which Attraction And Even Passion Cannot Cross.

I Should Be Proud To Have My Memory Graced, But Only If The Monument Be Placed... Here, Where I Endured Three Hundred Hours In Line Before The Implacable Iron Bars.

My Shadow Serves As The Friend I Crave