Am I Allowed To Ask My Book

Under Your Skin The Moon Is Alive.

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

White Bee, Even When You Are Gone You Buzz In My Soul You Live Again In Time, Slender And Silent.

Death Is The Stone Into Which Our Oblivion Hardens.

Only Do Not Forget, If I Wake Up Crying It's Only Because In My Dream I'm A Lost Child Hunting Through The Leaves Of The Night For Your Hands.