Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose young ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about love’s so swee...
I never loved you more, ma soeur Than as I walked away from you that evening. The forest swallowed me, the blue forest, ...
“Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day” The words of the song in Tauber’s mellifluous tenor Haunt my night...
Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where the land she travels f...
Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tube soon implodes against now like an iron ...
