Our Father which art in heaven - Stay there - And we will stay on earth - Which is sometimes so pretty.

All will be lost apart from happiness.

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

He put the coffee in the cup. He put the milk in the cup of coffee. He put the sugar in the white coffee, with the tea-spoon he stirred. He drank the white coffee and he put the cup down. Without speaking to me.

Our Father which art in heaven - Stay there - And we will stay on earth - Which is sometimes so pretty.

Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.