I was searching!...My only nourishment is my friend—the book...and breath—I use to listen,I beg for mercy—let them not put out the light...I created a golden loveto escape my own emotion!...A hard battle against such an emotion,is like holding an exhibition on a mountain,but to deeply enjoy, understand...and forgive...So as not to stop in one placeI kept my steps steady,I breathed by ear, by numbnessby the temporal tick-tock of the cry!...I am searching!..Not for love!...Not for mercy...Not for virtue...Not for loyalty!...All of these I have touchedwith my sensitive soul...I am searching for happiness!...to heal the soul and the divine...Ah!... How I would loveto fall in love with happiness!...How bright... how sweet...to sit in solitude and be silentto listen with your breathingto converse with God...To whom the heart surrendersalong with happiness!...