It's night time: I'm alone and sad, thinking in the light of a flickering candle, about joy and pain, about tired old age and handsome, arrogant youth... When night arrives, as dark as a wolf's mouth, I lose myself in reflections full of bitterness... Or give me two warm breasts and two lovely eyes. If you don't give me those, what good will my ... be ?

God - where did you find,
to light up the sky,
this marvellous copper sunset ?
It taught me how to fill myself
with joy again.

Ask God why I was given
what I was given and why then
I came to know such
loneliness on earth and heaven.