It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In

On The Throne, One Has Many Worries; And Remorse Is The One That Weighs The Least.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.