One Always Has Exaggerated Ideas About What

You Always Get Exaggerated Notions Of Things You Don't Know Anything About.

No Doubt Our Love Was Still There, But Quite Simply It Was Unusable, Heavy To Carry, Inert Inside Of Us, Sterile As Crime Or Condemnation. It Was No Longer Anything Except A Patience With No Future And A Stubborn Wait.

Man Cannot Do Without Beauty, And This Is What Our Era Pretends To Want To Disregard.

How Hard It Must Be To Live Only With What One Knows And What One Remembers, Cut Off From What One Hopes For!

You Will Never Live If You Are Looking For The Meaning Of Life.