It's bedtime, there, in Rome
you must have overslept...

Sometimes, I like you
with hazelnuts...

We're in a life where clammy walls ate half of our
dreams, where the scent of lead corroded the rest...

We've given you all.
All. All...

I guess I will taste so much salt
this year - our garden has withered since August...

It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...

Let us be strangers tonight;
two hungry pigeons gathering...

Imagine a horse, perishing
at the seaside; I...

An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...

Pineapples, pumpkin pie and primroses
underwear, unicorns and umbrellas...

In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet...

Tonight is almost beautiful.
Stars feel like mockingbirds...