It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she had written him. They were arranged by date in bundles ties with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened.

Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.

I’ve remained a virgin for you.