All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind,

The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild At First.

There Are No Secrets That Time Does Not Reveal.

I Can Hear Those Glances That You Think Are Silent.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.