My darling, you have a soul deeply tortuous,
Wide labyrinth hidden under the palace of beauty
In which a ruthless Minotaur rules forever on duty,
Famished for the youth’s flesh as well as for the kudos...
A lot of daring ones perished in its somber recess
Heroic sons gave themselves over to the almighty beast;
Now, I am joining the shadows running away,
I’m falling, but with no fear into the whirl of snare.
Because you are my Ariadna which gave me a thread
Wreathed from your dark tresses, a living advisor;
For keeping inside snare, I’m trying to unwind it,
More deeply to enter into the black empire:

I chose your inextricable soul as my own home
I swear that forever inside it I’ll roam!

Saturday, 8 January 1955