The Balcony

If we behave like those on the other side, then we are the other side. Instead of changing the world, all we'll achieve is a reflection of the one we want to destroy.

It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.

The pimp has a grin, never a smile.

It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.

I love you because you're tender and sweet, you the hardest and sternest of men. And your sweetness and tenderness are such that they make you as light as a shred of tulle, subtle as a flake of mist, airy as a caprice. Your thick muscles, your arms, your thighs, your hands, are more unreal than the melting of day into night. You envelop me and I contain you.

Would it perturb you to see things as they are? To gaze at the world tranquilly and accept responsibility for your gaze, whatever it might see?

You must now go home, where everything -- you can be quite sure -- will be falser than here....You must go now. You'll leave by the right, through the alley....

Besides, we couldn't cuddle each other eternally. You don't know what I was already secretly moving towards when I was in your arms.