En moi, battent de l'aile, Eternelles colombes,
Les blancs desirs du calme ou dorment les defunts.
(Paul Valery, from "Cimetiere" approx. 1890)

Tears of May...
how much I have cried for you, my love
but you stand-up,
while I fall on my kness...

Yesterday, I killed myself:
I couldn't just go on with this.
The tears of June at least
I won't cry anymore...

(Mia Martini)