Two wings, a violin, and so many things, incalculable things, things without names, a license for a large slow-moving eye, the inscription on the nails of the almon tree, the titles of the grass in the morning.

I'm asking for silence
Now leave me alone.
Now learn to do without me.
I'm going to close my eyes.
On my endless love to you.
Now, as always,
It is endless...