Should I understand that love is the reverse of out life, that it is death?
That we live in this life in which we hope to have the chance to love, so to die? Let me drink from the glass of your voluptuousness down to the depths of my being so that I can die!
Despite all that, I will always love you, my sweet and wild angel of the destiny of my life. Wherever I will be in this world, I will carry you in my thoughts and speak to you where no one can ever ever ever come in!
Now you understand, my great love, now you understand why we must talk only there and never somewhere else?
Because we are condemned to be soul mates that had the misfortune of recognising each other in this world of vanity.
Always keep your head up in life, even when you will feel lonely because I am and I will always be with you, even when our bodies will be dust and ashes for a long time, even when the oceans will dry up and the water of life will be long drunken by the vanity of this world.