Mirages! You are rushing to join my voyages. Do you smell the perfume of the lilac trees in the sunny villages? Mirages! Any passenger is a rider through the memories. Mirages! I should ride along your phantom passages. Mirages! Bind my minds to your lilac cottages! Any passenger is a rider through your vain canvases. Mirages! Are you the very craft of my voyages? Mirages! Did the pirates steal any messages you had saved for my bandages? Mirages! You are rushing to be the faces of my memories. You are sketching the traces of my voyages.