“...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...”

“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”

“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”

“..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...”

“...what is the meaning of La Belle Dame Sans Merci? - have you never been enthralled? enchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul...”

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

“...have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ...”