“The anguish, ran like a crash on the ruins.
From the Past accomplished, the emptiness of the Future.
And the black, all the invading prism,
became absolute.”
“The ambush,
night vigil on the steps blindly.
Nature has on the mouth a scream:
suffering of the body.”
“With its sheer nail,
the anguish, this midnight,
argues, the bearer of the torch,
various dreams vesperals, burned by the phoenix.”
“So I have no one here except anxiety.
Close together and jerky, we roll through the nights.
This anxiety is not my private anguish,
and it is also frighteningly,
but it is also the anguish of every faith, always.”
“In the depths of the heart,
the best kept secret of happiness,
inhabits the anguish that is despair.
This is the most expensive place to despair,
what it prefers among all:
deeply into happiness.”
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