Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

The important thing in life is to let the years carry us along.

I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.

The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand.

Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.