When Did The Lemons Learn The Same

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair. Silent And Starving, I Prowl Through The Streets. Bread Does Not Nourish Me, Dawn Disrupts Me, All Day I Hunt For The Liquid Measure Of Your Steps.

What Does Autumn Go On Paying For With So Much Yellow Money?

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

And What Importance Do I Have In The Courtroom Of Oblivion?

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us