She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.
All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.
In a dream you are never eighty.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
I am not at home in myself. I am my own stranger.
the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.