Well, it’s… it’s the apex of sexual pleasure.
the greatest encounter of my life.
the memories of those days will always keep
Husband, father, lover.
The rich man is lonelier, because he is more
I got dizzy and fainted right
in his millionaire’s swimming pool.
memories for the future,
to whom intimate things were added to reach
They say that the world is small. But is it small,
Namely, the false defenders of grace, of poetry,
In the end when the father steals the bicycle,
the boy cries and cries.
Cinema as a School.
illuminating her solitude without any veil
I want to see your eyes.
Stagnant water into which you sink little by
The street artist doing Madonnas.
Ambiguous, but open…
He’s sorry. She’s sorry.
And then this is only a temporary thing and I
It’s your fault. You wanted…
Misery reunites us with fraternal tentacles.
With all your regrets…
ribbon on the highest point of the gate.
of the feminine soul,
period exploded into being.
Peace and good will.
trying to protect her baby.
chased by a line of soldiers.
Years of prosperity and tranquility followed for
years and, in my desperate search for you,
life with someone
…that I’m not supposed to hear, a secret
which induces women to visualize other people
with projections and debates.
We are all alone now. And we’ll always be
I feel like lifeless matter speaks to me, but I
I’m against friendship.
was true love.
Nice stuff that you are teaching to your son.
lost every time.
There he is.
Well, usually when they call the Red Cross
It can mean nothing,
father, the husband of yours truly.
There are lots of poor people, all friends,
I need to find a way of speaking to the dead,
Give me your hand.
the most memorable one.