If I am drunk, if I am conscious, I am the servant of the good eye of that friend, careless, the face of that soul of the world, I hate myself, my soul, and the world, I am the servant of the face of the one who from day and night in my flowers and flowers, my idol said, I am my soul, I told you, this is my confession, I said it, whatever you burn, you were the smoke of your love from me, my works
