“MUSIC: Take me by the hand;it's so easy for you, Angel,for you are the roadeven while being immobile.You see, I'm scared no onehere will look for me again;I couldn't make use ofwhatever was given,so they abandoned me.At first the solitudecharmed me like a prelude,but so much music wounded me.”

“At first the solitudecharmed me like a prelude,but so much music wounded me.”

“So it's back once more, back up the slope.Why do they always ruin my ropewith their cuts?I felt so ready the other day,Had a real foretaste of eternityIn my guts.Spoonfeeding me yet another sipfrom life's cup.I don't want it, won't take any more of it.Let me throw up.Life is medium rare and good, I see,And the world full of soup and bread,But it won't pass into the blood for me,Just goes to my head.It makes me ill, though others it feeds;Do see that I must deny it!For a thousand years from now at leastI'm keeping a diet.”

“Vielleicht, daß ich durch schwere Berge gehein harten Adern, wie ein Erz allein;und bin so tief, daß ich kein Ende seheund keine Ferne: alles wurde Näheund alle Nähe wurde Stein.Ich bin ja kein Wissender im Wehe,—so macht mich dieses große Dunkel klein;bist Du es aber: mach dich schwer, brich ein:daß deine ganze Hand an mir gescheheund ich an dir mit meinem ganzen Schrein.It's possible I'm moving through the hard veinsof heavy mountains, like the ore does, alone;I'm already so deep inside, I see no end in sight,and no distance: everything is getting nearand everything getting near is turning to stone.I still can't see very far yet into suffering,—so this vast darkness makes me small;are you the one: make yourself powerful, break in:so that your whole being may happen to me,and to you may happen, my whole cry. ”

“In the night, I wish to speak with the angel to find out if she recognizes my eyes, if she will ask me: do you see Eden? And I’ll reply: Eden burns.”

“How can I keep my soul in me, so thatit doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raiseit high enough, past you, to other things?I would like to shelter it, among remotelost objects, in some dark and silent placethat doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.Yet everything that touches us, me and you,takes us together like a violin’s bow,which draws one voice out of two separate strings.Upon what instrument are we two spanned?And what musician holds us in his hand?Oh sweetest song.- Love Song”

“How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?”