My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.
Well, my friend, this earth will one day be that cold corpse; it will become uninhabitable and uninhabited like the moon, which has long since lost all its vital heat.
Spring has come again. The earth is like a child who knows poems by heart.[Frühling ist wiedergekommen. Die Erde ist wie ein Kind, das Gedichte weiß.]