The Birds Of Night Peck At The

The Night Is Shattered, And The Blue Stars Shiver In The Distance.

In What Language Does Rain Fall Over Tormented Cities?

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

I Stood On The Balcony Dark With Mourning... Hoping The Earth Would Spread Its Wings In My Uninhabited Love.

Conspirators In Pajamas Who Exchange Deep Kisses For Passwords.