Orisons to god, praise of love

The dark nights extinguished by the stars,

The lights shimmering in your red hair,

The compass of my lost life,

The frightening meaning of existence...

The sky is cloudy at sunrise.

The cold wraps around me like a blanket,

And my hands are trembling.

Love is squeezed into every corner of my body.

The beautiful bundle of flame lying in the bed full of blushes

Sings sweet murmurs like a lullaby in my ear, And I sweat with excitement.

As your slender fingers slowly curl into fists, It hurts me.

I want to touch them, to open them,

To stop your nails from pressing into your skin. Because...

You wouldn't know it,

But my tired heart, too heavy for my body,

Rests in your small palms.

Open your hands,

So that I may breathe.

Your lips, like a distant autumn landscape,

Unlike other nights, 

Whisper my name

As if it's the only word in your dictionary.

With a tremble, 

With gentleness...

"Milena, you were different," says Franz.

You come a little closer.

Your body — sculpted like a marble column —

Despite knowing how cold I am, 

Seeks warmth.

"You were sick enough... to love a sick man."