Black angel's notebook entry: Sep 10, 2010 "Where does your strange sadness come from," you said, "Mounting like the sea upon the black and naked rock?" -- Once our heart has brought in its vintage, To live is an evil. This is a secret known by all, A very simple sorrow and not mysterious, And, like your joy, striking to all. Stop searching then, oh curious beauty! And, although your voice is sweet, shut up! Shut up, ignorant woman! soul always delighted! Mouth filled with childish laughter! More than Life, Death often holds us by subtile bonds. Leave, leave my heart to get drunk on a lie, To plunge into your beautiful eyes as in a beautiful dream, And to sleep a long while in the shadow of your eyelashes