“I am everybody and every time,I always call myself by your name.”

“When I sleep every night,what am I called or not called?And when I wake, who am Iif I was not I while I slept?”

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

“I am not jealousof what came before me.Come with a manon your shoulders,come with a hundred men in your hair,come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,come like a riverfull of drowned menwhich flows down to the wild sea,to the eternal surf, to Time!Bring them allto where I am waiting for you;we shall always be alone,we shall always be you and Ialone on earth,to start our life!”

“Never an illness, nor the absenceof grandeur, no,nothing is able to kill the best in us,that kindness, dear sir, we are afflicted with:beautiful is the flower of man, his conduct,and every door opens on the beautiful truthand never hides treacherous whispers.I always gained something from making myself better,better than I am, better than I was,that most subtle citation:to recover some lost petalof the sadness I inherited:to search once more for the light that singsinside of me, the unwavering light.”

“I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.”

“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.”