On I’ll pass,
dragging my huge love behind me.
On what
feverish night, deliria-ridden,
by what Goliaths was I begot –
I, so big
and by no one needed?

“حيثما سأموت، سأموت وأنا أغني.”

“أقسم ألا أتحدث بعد الان باللسان المشين للتعقل والحصافة ...الان يمكن للمرء أن ين…”

“Gentle souls!You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the dr…”

“Che il tempo esploda dietro di noicome una selva di proiettili.Ai vecchi giorni…”