We Bear The Sole, Relentless Tenderness.

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines...though This Be The Last Pain That She Makes Me Suffer And These The Last Verses That I Write For Her.

For Me Writing Is Like Breathing. I Could Not Live Without Breathing And I Could Not Live Without Writing.

In The Distance Someone Is Singing.

La Heradera Del Dia Destruida. (the Heiress Of The Destroyed Day.)

When Did The Lemons Learn The Same Creed As The Sun?