The formulas of his eyes

 From sorry. "Du" we feel. It already counts. As we know. Between us. Asset. What would we find? What was your skin called? We already knew that skin had no name. Nor the vineyards of the Lord. Nor the vines of Hell. They go away. Or they come from this country. Every morning at dawn. Like one of our mornings. When the nights of love are over. In its following forms. Eyes. The formulas of his eyes. When the weather rises. In its simple forms. If your stamps are sold out. His scholarly inventions. Your resort. With absence resources.