But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.

They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.