But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.

If she says goodbye perhaps adieu. Adieu - like those old time songs she sang. Always adieu (and all songs say it). If she too says it, or weeps, I'll take her in my arms, my lunatic. She's mad but mine, mine. What will I care for gods or devils or for Fate itself. If she smiles or weeps or both. For me.

Sometimes the Earth trembles; sometimes you can feel it breathe.