A small box, covered in gold plate scenes:
the teen king and his young bride share joys...

When I was youthful
Magic was conjuring spirits...

When is your birthday?
The first Saturday after...

All these rivers flood
into Ganges - sustain life...

Every year the universe is destroyed
Every year it rebuilds differently...

Often I blink back the years
To yesterdays stories...

My old friend was very keen
on rigid flexibility...

Reinventing yourself is not just something you...
It's not a celebrity thing, or reserved for...

Ultimately we all want to live a love story:
The kind that has a happy ending...

And later in the night, death came for him:
Flying over the garden, over the compound...

un sospiro respirato da due
Afterwards, when our love was young...

"These Scout trips you make with your son,
I think you force them...