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اندیشه می‌لنگد، زبان هذیان می‌گوید، و نفس متزلزل است.

Was it not you I sought all along? I am here, always waiting for you. Did I lose you, each time, because I didn’t recognize you? Did I lose you, each time, because I did recognize you but was afraid? Lose you because each time, recognizing you, I knew I had to lose you?

À la guerre comme à la guerre.

You don’t fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love.

O basta là!