What Does Autumn Go On Paying For

A Book, A Book Full Of Human Touches, Of Shirts, A Book Without Loneliness, With Men And Tools, A Book Is Victory.

To Love Is To Tilt With The Lightning, Two Bodies Routed By A Single Honey's Sweet.

Under Your Skin The Moon Is Alive.

I Stroll Along Serenely, With My Eyes, My Shoes, My Rage, Forgetting Everything.

The Birds Of Night Peck At The First Stars That Flash Like My Soul When I Love You.