As Soon As One Is Born, One

Women Are Like Dreams, They Are Never The Way You Would Like To Have Them.

When [man] Is Happy He Takes His Happiness As It Comes And Doesn't Analyze It, Just As If Happiness Were His Right.

I Would Love To Spend All My Time Writing To You; I'd Love To Share With You All That Goes Through My Mind, All That Weighs On My Heart, All That Gives Air To My Soul; Phantoms Of Art, Dreams That Would Be So Beautiful If They Could Come True.

Life Is A Very Sad Piece Of Buffoonery, Because We Have .. The Need To Fool Ourselves Continuously By The Spontaneous Creation Of A Reality .. Which, From Time To Time, Reveals Itself To Be Vain And Illusory.

In Bed My Real Love Has Always Been The Sleep That Rescued Me By Allowing Me To Dream.