About the book: year / “I thank you: you tore me away from earthly vulgarity, and, shaking off the ashes, With you my soul forgot everything in the world And sweetly suffered in mysterious labors. First to illuminate the feast ebullient youth You flew to me in the golden days of fun. Thundering timpani and tambourines of harmonies, opening your covers and wildly scattering your thick hair over your bare chest.…»