When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are

He Who Does Not Fill His World With Phantoms Remains Alone.

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.

I Am Chained To The Earth To Pay For The Freedom Of My Eyes.

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.