I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.

Morality Is The Weakness Of The Mind.

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.

I Am The Slave Of My Baptism. Parents, You Have Caused My Misfortune, And You Have Caused Your Own.