كعادتي كان أول ما جال بخاطري عندما فتحتُ جفوني هو ذلك الهاجس القديم: هل هناك ما أتطلع إليه هذا الصباح؟

“Man sværmer om sommeren, så holder man op for den gang. Men nogen sværmer hele …”

“Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely becau…”

“There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself i…”

“A shaft of sweetness shoots through me from top to toe when the sun rises; I sh…”