那些在黎明时分航行but will never return left their trace on a wave-- a shell fell to the bottom of the sea beautiful as lips turned to stone those who walked on a sandy road but could not reach the shuttered windows though they already saw the roofs-- they have found shelter in a bell of air but those who leave behind only a room grown cold a few books an empty inkwell white paper-- in truth they have not completely died their whisper travels through thickets of wallpaper their level head still lives in the ceiling their paradise was made of air of water lime and earth an angel of wind will pulverize the body in its hand they will be carried over the meadows of this world