A Tale.

In my heart, as in the heart of all human beings, a spring was welling, hot and red filling my veins with the passion of its burning kisses. In sunlight and moonlight, I spun on tiptoe, dancing with a secret thrill: the most beautiful unseen mystery. I danced, joyful, joyful to be in the strange time of the exile of joys among the graves!. I was exiled beneath the earth the spring of my heart began to flow. Every beginning, every dawn with its first glance – see, my heart! – only the sun sprinkles on your spring its ruby kisses. Forever it circles eternally it sings joyful love in all the soils, the spring of my heart with all the hearts of all human beings...