Graceful, spiritual, br with the gentleness of arabesques br our life is similar br to the existence of fairies br that spin in soft cadence br around nothingness br to which we sacrifice br the here and now br br Dreams of beauty, youthful joy br like a breath in pure harmony br with the depth of your young surface br where sparkles the longing for the night br for blood and barbarity br br In the emptiness, spinning, without aims or needs br dance free our lives br always ready for the game br yet, secretly, we thirst for reality br for the conceiving, for the birth br we are thirst for sorrows and deathbr br Hermann Hessebr br