Life hides its grace
through the threads of the white hair
and the present is not reaching for you,
and in the past, you are not anywhere.
I blindly follow my moon's future,
I blindly believe in him, in general ...
And he will not be startled by the sentence,
which is written in heaven.
I support my skill
to revive memories of love -
of long wandering in all universes
this I stole from the table of God ...
Now I need only a little wine,
and the occasion is more than clear.
So I'll have some reason
to dream you gentle and wonderful ...
Goodbye and Kisses ,