Even when I look away I am still looking.
My heart is a place with no native tongue.
It is
one of those white summer days,
the tall grass of your ankles
flickers upon the shore –
‘I’m your girl,’ she said in the dark. ‘Your girl. No matter what I’m always your girl.’
This girl who stands so quiet and grave at the mouth of hell. This girl who is all quietness and sanity and innocence. You wondered why I wanted her?
There are two kind of men… the first kind does not fall in love until he’s seen how the girl eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she’s angry at her father, and what sort of stories people tell about her. The second type of man… can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.
He saw the unknown girl run up the steps, turn around, put a finger against her lips, and make a sign to him to follow her. His knees shook; his feelings, his thoughts, were aflame; joy like a flash of lightning pierced his heart, bringing with it the sensation of sharp pain. No, it was certainly not a dream! Oh, how much happiness could be crowded in one brief moment! What a lifetime of ecstasy in only two minutes!
