If you feel loneliness, it means I am with you.

And I would like To console youAnd make of you My solitudeAnd drink youAs my sourceAnd lay youOn my distress And breathe Your memoryIn your shadowSmile and sleep-get oldAnd then die.

You take me off my pathAs the wind exhausts the cloudsYou tell me not to tryTo hold your faceBut even if you're onlyA reflection on a wall-You make me live.And I know that your lipsWill triumph from oblivionIn the book of the world.

Art is one of the only way that we have to remain alive as we are dying.