Little Black Horse. Where Are You Taking

Green How I Want You Green. Green Wind. Green Branches.

Ever Since I Got Married I've Been Thinking Night And Day About Whose Fault It Was, And Every Time I Think About It, Out Comes A New Fault To Eat Up The Old One; But Always There's A Fault Left.

If I Told You The Whole Story It Would Never End...what's Happened To Me Has Happened To A Thousand Woman.

In The Garden I Will Die. In The Rosebush They Will Kill Me.

In Each Thing There Is An Insinuation Of Death. Stillness, Silence, Serenity Are All Apprenticeships.