Answer:
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
What do people want the least on their hands?
What language does a billboard speak?