Spring declares itself solely in the quality of the air or the little baskets of flowers that street-sellers bring in from the suburbs; this is a spring that is sold in the market-place.

“I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which…”

“Ve ben, bu gece, yaşamın belirli bir saydamlığı karşısında hiçbir şeyin önemi k…”

“Si tu le veux bien, cela restera comme le grand secret de mon règne. Tout ce qu…”

“No coração desta casa cheia de sonos, o queixume subiu lentamente, como uma flo…”