If even between us, take me a breath to be one, if my death is enough, take my breath O dear ceiling, you cry, my crying was a distance Our last cry, the end of love, the end of this, the night, but not in the night, , A design from me on the cross, on the tone of the muddle The naked time of love, with the same humble design, in the fire, in the fire Your eyelid, hands and paper and sonnets, me and romance. You were a loud, dear friend all the way, with me the most in love, dear, dear guessing me, from the menu, the belief of the helper The Day of Denial was your birthday, the death of this good belief Say the absence of your hand, the absence of the soul, there is no distance between us