Sharp Nostalgia, Infinite And Terrible,

I Unpetalled You, Like A Rose, To See Your Soul, And I Didn't See It. But Everything Around -horizons Of Land And Of Seas-, Everything, Out To The Infinite, Was Filled With A Fragrance, Enormous And Alive.

Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.

If They Give You Ruled Paper, Write The Other Way.

I Do Not Cut My Life Up Into Days But My Days Into Lives, Each Day, Each Hour, An Entire Life.

Back Of My Forehead I Feel Tonight A Whole Sky Full Of Stars. Under A Western Moon. Life Is Indeed Lovely!