«The parishioners are children of dust, / no icons here but the boards / where the psalms of Johann Sebastian / are nothing but numbers in chalk. What clashing voices reside / in disorderly pubs and cathedrals, / but Bach, you exult like Isaiah: / nobody trumps you in reason. High-level...»
«This old man, which is always flying, / Always comes and leaves, / Everywhere lives — both here and there, / With him walking a days and centuries, / And he eats up mountains, drain river, / And gives new life to the worlds, / This old man for mortal evil burden, / To him everyone wa...»
«Should you deplore the loss of youthful days? / You haven’t changed, in all your splendour, / With time your charming grace / Has come to be more glamorous and tender. Your friend does not appreciate / The art of love, mysterious and pleasing, / Her eyes are silent, lifeless and inanima...»
«I swore I’d never fall in love, / I’ll keep my word as I‘ve declared. / You want to know the truth, my dove? / Well I’m... already feeling scared!»