You, likewise, do not pay attention to how strange that I sing each verse. But, be sure the basic accents of poetry nevertheless retain their inherent right of my intelligence. Do not generalize exceptional facts, I ask no better, but my character is in the order of things possible. No doubt, between the two extremes of the literature, as you hear it, and mine, there are an infinite number of intermediate and it would be easy to multiply divisions, but there would be no useful and there the danger of giving something narrow and false conception to a highly philosophical, ceases to be rational, since it is no longer understood as it was imagined, that is ie with magnitude. You know combine enthusiasm and cold inside, observer mood concentrated, and finally, for me, I think you’re perfect … And you will not understand me! If you’re not healthy, my advice (the best that I have at your disposal), and go for a walk in the countryside. Sad compensation, what do you say? When you have taken the air, come find me: your senses will be more rested. Do not cry, I did not mean to hurt. Is not it true, my friend, that, to some extent, your sympathy is gained to my songs? Now, that prevents you from crossing the other degrees? The line between your taste and mine is invisible you can never grasp: evidence that the border itself does not exist.