devastado

(...)
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Frisch whet der Wind
Der Heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?

"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They call me the hyacints girl.'
- Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing.
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.

[T. S. Eliot; The waste Land]