Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.

“We pray together, we are afraid together, and then we go to sleep. Even if Sata…”

“She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. Th…”

“I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.”

“At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in …”