J'étais jeune, je me disais : j'ai la vie devant moi.En vieillissant, je me disais : j'ai la vie derrière moi.Malade, je me suis dit: peu m'importe; tant que j'ai la vie avec moi.Depuis, la vie est toujours avec moi. Ni devant, ni derrière, ni avant, ni après. J'ai cessé de l'offrir sur l'autel du Temps. J'ai rendu la vie à la vie.

To love you, is the flight of the birds who were asleep in my soul.

The most beautiful part of me will always be you.

I love you. With what I have of immortal.

We run after love for fear of abandonment, we run after pleasure for fear of pain; we are not made to run after something, but to live what we already are.

Art is one of the only way that we have to remain alive as we are dying.

Our love is not newIt has its roots in the skyOur love has overcomeThe darkest of the starsOur love goes dailyBecause it lives in obviousness.

You take me off my pathAs the wind exhausts the cloudsYou tell me not to tryTo hold your faceBut even if you're onlyA reflection on a wall-You make me live.And I know that your lipsWill triumph from oblivionIn the book of the world.

I will come tonightSince the moon is fullYou told me -Our sorrows are the same.Will you love me as I love you,Will you love me after midnight,When the bird tears down its nest?Will you love me with time,When the bird forgets its song?I told you -I will love you since I love youI will come tonightSince the moon is fullI will have for youSome plaintive sobs-The sound of water on the reefsI will have for youSome faded bouquetsFor your resigned handsThat my two armsWill come embrace.

I remember-The world was in your embraceI was only your little girlIt was easy, it was simpleI was sleeping in the shade Of your eyelashes.