I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

And From That Time On I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused And Churned Into Milk, Devouring The Green Azures; Where, Entranced In Pallid Flotsam, A Dreaming Drowned Man Sometimes Goes Down.

Idle Youth, Enslaved To Everything; By Being Too Sensitive I Have Wasted My Life.

O Seasons, O Castles, What Soul Is Without Flaws? All Its Lore Is Known To Me, Felicity, It Enchants Us All.

Misfortune Was My God.