The clouds are shining, like the bald head of an old man looking for the lost beacon of his youth

We are two swallows, two feathery shadows, dancing and embracing each other at five in the morning

I think I first met you four hundred years ago - or was it perhaps when I was a boy?

Always reading past bedtime about the heroes of Troy

You smiled at me. Dreams were raining down your lips. I sipped your dew with my fingertips

Now it's time for takeoff. The sky is chirping; dawn is the downfall of forever

Night is slowly melting away. In the beginning was not the word, but a wild panther and an orange tree

Our love was born under a thousand fiery suns. Life begins next to a river.