They Were So Close To

Love Is Not A Condition Of The Spirit But A Sign Of The Zodiac.

Very Well, I Will Marry You If You Promise Not To Make Me Eat Eggplant.

There Is Always Something Left To Love.

He Was Weary Of The Uncertainty Of The Vicious Circle Of That Eternal War That Always Found Him In The Same Place, But Always Older, Wearier, Even More In The Position Of Not Knowing Why, Or How, Or Even When.

An Artisan Without Memories, Whose Only Dream Was To Die Of Fatigue In The Oblivion And Misery Of His Little Gold Fishes.