I don't understand this exile... I want to walk with you and know, know the reasons why; I want to walk inside of your heart. To ask the lost... The sky... Why ? Why this miserable dirt ? Why this forsaken light ? Why this shadow without stars ? Why ?

Why ?
Why didn't you answer ?
Oh infinite lover...
not only with lemon flowers,
not only with immense love,
not only with yellow brilliance
and crimson silks on the dais,
not only with sheets and honeysuckle
in deep beds,
but also
you were a woman crowned
with our blood and our war...