I Love You As You Are, But

He Who Holds Me By A Thread Is Not Strong; The Thread Is Strong.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.

I Believe That The Soul Consists Of Its Sufferings. For The Soul That Cures Its Own Sufferings Dies.

I Have Come One Step Away From Everything. And Here I Stay, Far From Everything, One Step Away.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.