“...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...”

“...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...”

“...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...”

“...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...”

“...it begins with isolation - demons always inhabit desolate places...”

“...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles...”

“...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...”