If you love me.

" Solitaria, cerco sui libri delle Leggi, tra immaginarie tracce d'uccelli, il ricordo delle strane sere in cui le sue mani erano vicine, i suoi occhi splendevano teneri, e tutti gli angeli del Cielo, correndo sulla città festante, parlavano invidiosi di me. "
- A. M. Ortese

Ode to the siren from a Central Park's bench.

We'll laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

When I walk aroud.

Life with you was lovely.
And when I say lovely I mean doves and lilies, and velvet, and that soft pink "v" in the middle, and the way your tongue curved up to the long lingering "l".
Our life together was alliterative, and when I think of all the little things which will die, now that we cannot share them, I feel as if we were dead too.

- V. Nabokov, The real life of Sebastian Knight

Le cose che non ho detto.

Our breakfasts were very lovely.

Of intense fragility.

He would always laugh and say:
"Remember when we used to play?"

The way I feel.

Se perdre dans les rues.

Lost in translation.

Oui, la nuit je mens.

Mémoires d'une jeune sardine.

And the coolness of your smile is

stirring of birds between my arms; but

I should rather than anything

have (almost when hugeness will shut

quietly) almost,

your kiss.

- E. E. Cummings

Je pense à Vous.

Dechirées.

In memory of Pina Bausch.

http://pina-bausch.de/news.htm

C'était le chant de la sirène du Mississippi.