365 8/22

 

Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?

365 7/8

 

... the phantom

sifting through his fingers,

light as wind, quick as a dream in flight

365 7/2

 

If Fate would let me live as I like and put

my cares in order, I would live in the city of Troy

365 11/23

The wave from which there is no return (the river Styx)

365 6/9

The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine is their birth, 

but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled

by limbs and flesh that's born for death