if I die in the shade of moonlight...
or in my old house I fall from exhaustion...
leave me in peace, I want to rest
I want nothing more to none of you
I will die, and leave melodies
drawn on crooked lines
I tried to straighten out...
vainly...
What a beautiful eternity feelings dead
for the slow tortures of expression
When I die, I will take with me
the cold dawns and sunsets
and the sad feeling coming from not knowing where I will be...