The great sadness with which one half of the universe yearns toward the other half,
and one time for a time beyond its reach,
is a humble and poignant movement based in regrets.
If solace were found in two titanic oceans meeting,
each springing from some opposite pole,
what unconventional face would the world then wear?
She would be ravaged, and the people angry,
and their salty tears would only serve to deepen these tumultuous waters.
Only birds may touch heaven and the blessings of caelestis,
the beings who fit to air and are moved by the embodied winds.
They sing, but lack the heaviness of a heart.