I have nothing but my sorrow… And I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me.

Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me?

O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah, I realize it! Your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.

O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets. O sorrow. So that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.










Pursue your dream, even if it means wagering your life in the chase.


For absolute peace, there should be no trace of humanity left; in a world where humanity no longer exists, peace truly prevails.