He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.

And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed.

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.

Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don't know how others love or how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way