I'd like to begin this song I wrote about ceaseless yearning and never-ending want with a poem of popular Petrarchan paradoxes by Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder: "I find no peace, and all my war is done; I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice; I fly above the wind, and yet I cannot arise; And naught I have, and all the world I seize upon."
Htjela bih započeti ovu skladbu koju sam napisala o neprestanoj žudnji i želji bez kraja s pjesmom Sir Thomasa Wyatta starijeg o popularnim petrarkijanskim paradoksima: "Ne nalazim mira, a moj rat je gotov sav; Plašim se i nadam, plamtim i mrznem poput leda; Letim nad vjetrom, a ne mogu se ipak dići; I ništa nemam, a za cijelim svijetom stremim."